The trip has been most enjoyable with me learning new skills.
In fact I have finally earned my stripes, and am now a fully qualified 2nd assistant dunny digger.
There is a fair bit of routine in travelling in a group. When we reach a camping spot at the end of a days travelling, the first item on the agenda is to grab the axes, and chop wood for the camp fire. This is then lit, and then the dunny hole is dug, usually in a spot with a great view, but a discrete distance from the others. The tent is erected, and is pronounced fit for use.
The following morning, the procedure is reversed. Firstly the fire is buried so that there are no ashes left, and then the dunny is dismantled, and the contents are totally burnt with a spinifex fire, and covered with the always present red sand.
Dinner for some is cooked on the camp fire, and others cook at their vehicle.
Then we all gather around the fire after sun set.
Sometimes we stay up as late as 9.00 pm.
Last night was a bit more unusual. As it was the last official bush camp spot, we had a communal afternoon tea with pikelets, and cheese and bikies etc.
The weather however was stifling. When we finally went to bed, it must have been still in the mid thirties. It was just impossible to sleep. Finally about midnight there was some thunder and hard raindrops, which had everyone up covering their possessions. In fact it was a very welcome cool change. After finally getting to sleep, I was awoken by the loudest snoring I had ever heard. My nearest fellow camper was about 30 meters away, and I had never heard him snore at all before. Finally after about 10 minutes of this it ended with a loud MOOOOO.
It turned out to be a young bull with a heavy breathing problem. Sounded just like snoring.
Fortunately he headed off after that.
Tonight we are are having a farewell meal at an Alice Springs restaurant.
The we all head our separate ways. 
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