Descending into Alice Springs.
Straight red lines of road form perpendicular connections, as boundaries to miles of flat land on which waves of low bushes lie, arranged like currents in a body of water. But water is the last image conjured by this landscape. Trickles of trees line waterways, results of recent heavy rain, but these are the only signs of wetness.
A beige dam appears, shaped like a dialogue cloud. Then, the ranges appear, jutting up like pinched pastry around a pie for as far as the eye can see.
We teeter on a breeze, rocking back and forth towards the air strip, passing houses, a highway and the train line, which takes the Ghan to Alice on its journey up the guts of Australia from Adelaide to Darwin.
The town of Alice is hidden on the other side of the Macdonnell Ranges, a glimpse of which you can see peeking through Heavitree Gap.
Stepping off the plane, its cold! We're about to embark upon three days of work at the Finke Desert Race, then three days of fun, enjoying tofu burgers and soy lattes in Alice Springs before doing some wintery desert drives.
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