Talking about camels yesterday started me reminiscing on my long walk in the Simpson Desert. Why did I do it? Well that's a story for another time. Was it an experience worth remembering? Absolutely!
Over my two weeks walking, I became "attached" to one camel in particular Istan, short for Istanbul, but the 'bul' part was no longer hence the name change. Us "cobbers" loaded up the camels each morning. At least Istan did not bite, kick or spit green slime over me and I was relatively "happy", if you could call it that, to dig under his belly and pull the ropes for the pack through. I guess you could almost say that we became friends - well friends of sorts if a knock or two on the head is evidence of affection. The obstinancy of camels is well known. Gary Zeck's artwork reminded me not only of my own colourful desert experiences, but the tenacity and sheer determination, grit and courage of settlers who took on the isloation, flies and the harshness of outback life to explore this vast and amazing country.