Take a walkabout across the Australian Outback

“It was freezing outside and I was happy for the warmth and some reassurance I would not be sleeping in the car that night. Around the fire, I also met Bluey, who was an older Australian man who had stumbled upon Iga Warta ten years prior and never left. He kept us entertained with his stories while Sharpie made me some tea and a plate of beans. When they showed me to my little bunkhouse, I was exhausted and again, freezing. The bunkhouse was a little wooden cabin with two bunk beds and a clunky space heater in the corner. I had on socks, thermals, pjs, and my winter hat in my sleeping bag under a blanket, and it still took what felt like hours to get warm enough to fall asleep. Before I settled in for bed, I looked up and saw more stars than I have ever seen in my entire life.”

“The only part of the night that didn’t go smoothly was when one of the other students and I had to trek down a rocky path to fill a tub with hot water from the showers so that we could wash the dishes we’d used during dinner. Making our way back down that path in the pitch-dark night with the heavy tub semi-balanced between us was a quick initiation into the world of “roughing it". Other than that, the night was a very peaceful one. Except for when a dingo invaded our camp in the middle of the night, but I suppose that’s just the risk you take when camping in the middle of Australia.”