Hungry tourists are ordering the likes of damper, fried crocodile and braised kangaroo as someone excitedly points out there is a dingo climbing a stack of red rocks directly outside the restaurant window.
It is our second and last night in Australia’s Red Centre and our group travelling with the adventurous GoPro team is sitting around a table at Carmichael’s Restaurant debating whether we can squeeze in the iconic Kings Canyon Rim Walk on our whirlwind trip before the three hour drive back to Ayers Rock Airport.
Confessing I hadn’t heard about the hike, one flash of a picture on someone’s phone had me convinced it was a must-do.
The risk? We could miss our flight home. The only flight that day.
Our planned timings needed to be executed perfectly. There was no room for mistakes.
We were up well before sunrise with our bags packed, aiming to reach the top of the canyon before the sun did.
We stuffed some food from the breakfast buffet in containers and hit the road.
As we began the hike in darkness, it was probably a good thing the only thing we could see was one uneven rocky step in front of us, lit up by a phone torch.
Conversation slowly drifted off, breaths became h...
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