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Prologue Visas Getting there Student Job
Living costs Sydney Travelling around Australia Deserts Epilogue
Desert Passion

Desert Passion

Simpson Desert (English correction by Liam)

The huge ocean of sand, wind noise and emptiness. There are not trees, rivers, houses, nothing. That how usually look the first impression of the desert. Some people are terrifies, they see the destructive power of nature, which not allow them to get inside, do not allow to be domesticated. They fear of the wilderness. Others see the beauty of nature, its uniqueness and originality. They like the desert. I see and accept these two aspects, because the whole sense of wilderness is the connection and equivocal of them, beauty and beast at the same time. I am charmed the desert.

It has a different faces. Once I was freezing on sterile Mongolian Gobi, another time I was fried on stony Mauritanian Sahara, or crossing the waste desert in Iran. I admired severity of Atacama in Chile, as well as white salt of Bolivian Uyuni.

dry lake bed, QLDSo wonderful were nights at the Nigerian Tenere, as well as neighbouring ocean and sand of Namib. Always there I felt incredible emotions, I felt the power drawn me in the centre of it.

Only 9% of all world deserts are sandy, the most spectacular, and most of them are in Australia. I just started studying in Sydney, so I focused more on detailed exploration of the deserts in the Australian interior.

The biggest problem for me was how to set about deserts, where to find some info. Book guides only describe what is not recommended, there is no tips about walking trips, not advise at all. After reading a few expeditionary books I learned one simple rule - do not ignore, conquer, attack. Your first step in the sand must come with respect, slowly, quietly, as you enter to someone's home, you're a guest and desert is a host. Look around and think twice before you make the next step. It's not a race, do not assume any limits. "Go with the flow" and feel your own rhythm, read the signals from your body, land, air. And most importantly, subordinate them, respect the stronger.

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