A train thundered by as we walked along the railway line to the lake , it went by so fast we nearly got blown off our feet. On the way up the mountain the stones were all piled up in little mounds , it was a bit creepy fo such an untouched, isolated looking place. Then we got to the top of the mountain and we saw it wasn’t so untouched as we thought. We all added a stone with our name on it to the pile.

On the way back to Woomera the horn in our bus broke . It was a horendous noise, to pass the time while the tutors tried to fix it the group discussed who in the group we’d have to eat if we were stranded there. We decided on Stephan. Sorry Stephan, I hope you take it as a compliment. Somnething to do with you being the tastiest? The horn was fixed after about half an hour with some ‘electrical tape’. Although I heard whispers later that the tutors had to pay for a cut wire in the bus on its return.