So after another night under the stars, Davey was feeling very very poorly. We hadn't slept all night because his throat was so sore it was like swallowing razor blades. He very wisely decided to not do the final walk of the trip.

Unfortunately, they'd saved the best till last with Kings Canyon. It was 15 up a very steep "heart attack hill". Then across the top of the most beautiful canyon, the best in the world as The Grand Canyon, isn't technically a canyon its a gorge! So we walked through and Jason taught us a lot about bush tucker and aboriginal weapons. He also told us the nightmare story of the local tribe who used to conduct mens business in the naturally formed amphitheatre in the centre. This was until one day, white man sent a policeman from Alice who was an angry aboriginal hating alcoholic. He had been sent to play go between for the locals. However when he turned up he decided to ambush them in the middle of ceremony. He let off his gun and scared the whole tribe. He then, when his amo had run out, herded them off the edge of the canyon killing them all. The aboriginals usually recover the bodies and conduct "sorry business' which is like a funeral. This time though they were too scared to return and so never retrieved the bodies for sorry business so their souls are forced to wonder the canyon.

Very sad place. But beautiful to walk through. It took 3 hours and was great fun. All that was left though was the last 5 hour drive to Alice.