THE RED CENTER, AUSTRALIA / / Ten days, one wallaby, no kangaroos.
My fantasy -- adorable 'roos galumphing around every bush in the Outback -- was just that.
Camels -- wild ones -- were another matter. About 60,000 of the feral beasts roam the Outback that unfolded outside the picture window of my train compartment.
I had come to Australia to ride the Ghan, the legendary train that bisects the country, traveling from Adelaide in the south to Darwin in the north. It's sometimes called the "Hundred Year Dream" -- the last track was laid just two years ago, capping nearly a century of struggle to connect one end of this great emptiness to the other.
All told, the trip takes 48 hours, two full days of slicing through a land that is Texas times five. It is rugged and it is real, an antidote to the too-well-trod territories that are beginning to crowd the planet.
My 1,850-mile adventure, from which I detoured in the middle, began at Keswick station in Adelaide, South Australia, on a Sunday in August. Just before our 5:15 p.m. departure, the Ghan crew, decked out in red, white and blue, lined up on the platform and delivered a spirited "All aboard!"
The first surprise was my compartment. This was Gold Kangaroo Service, the top of three classes on the train, but my single redefined "compact." With the bed lowered, the door wouldn't fully open. The cabin had a tiny closet and a sink that folded into the wall. By day, though, I had a comfortable seat from which to gaze out the window.
The Ghan does not offer luxury sleeping accommodations. The cars date from the '60s and '70s and look it. This journey is about adventure, not luxury, although our crew -- 21 attending to 220 passengers -- was top-notch.
As I settled in, first on the agenda was to choose a seating -- sunset (6:30 p.m.) or moonlight (8:30) -- in the Stuart Restaurant, the nicely appointed maroon-and-gold diner. I chose the late seating.
Dinner in the diner was a happy surprise. Tables were laid with cloths and we were served a three-course meal -- choice of beef, duck, fish or vegetarian -- cooked onboard.
When it was time to retire, I wondered whether I would be able to sleep. As the train chugged toward Alice Springs on the standard-gauge track, laid in the 1980s, it swayed a lot. Still, lulled by the motion, I easily nodded off.
At 5 a.m., I sat up, opened my blind and gazed at a sky full of crystal-clear stars. An hour later, the faintest pink glow crept over the desert, and I could make out scrubby trees. Just as our attendant brought coffee, a brilliant sun popped over the horizon.
Later, as we ate breakfast, the Ghan crossed into the Northern Territory. I shared a table with a couple from Victoria; I was the only Yank among Aussies and Kiwis (New Zealanders). My tablemates were barley farmers for whom this holiday was a break from double trouble: drought and an infestation of crop-damaging white snails.
Hours passed quickly. From the audio history of the Ghan and the Great Southern Railway piped into my room, I learned that the first steam train pulled out of Adelaide on Aug. 4, 1929, carrying supplies and 100 passengers to Stuart, now Alice Springs. The trip took two days, about twice as long as it does now, and was frequently the victim of Mother Nature's wrath. Australia has 30 species of termites and they found the wooden track supports exceptionally tasty. (The supports were ultimately replaced by concrete.) And strangely enough, on a continent that is among the driest on Earth, flash floods were such a problem that they frequently delayed the trip. A story, perhaps apocryphal, has it that the crew from one train that was stranded for two weeks had to shoot wild goats to feed the passengers.
A town like Alice
In this stretch of Australia, its nature is nothingness. North of Adelaide, the Ghan leaves behind most of Australia's population. The land is flat, punctuated only with shrubs that have adapted to the mercilessly arid climate, and its vastness is mesmerizing.
Around noon on our second day, the Ghan pulled into the little station at Alice Springs, known here as "The Alice." Residents had parked alongside the tracks to wave a welcome.
I had been reading Nevil Shute's 1950 novel, A Town Like Alice, which isn't really about Alice, but still, I expected a place like the sleepy, isolated Outback town in the book. But Alice has boomed since the '40s, when it became reachable by paved road.
Heading into town, we encountered a Kmart, a Blockbuster and a KFC. There's even a casino.
So much for the isolated Outback.
Indeed, Alice Springs is a modern town of about 30,000 bisected by the Todd River, which is almost always dry. The highlight each year is fall's Henley-on-Todd Regatta, when townspeople in bottomless boats "sail" the parched riverbed. It's been canceled only twice in 44 years because of too much water.
Our town tour took us to Anzac Hill for a panoramic view of Alice and the mushroom-like white radomes at nearby Pine Gap, a facility that, residents say somewhat conspiratorially, is a not-so-secret CIA ground station for a satellite communications network.
The Alice has a Ghan museum and a few other attractions to keep visitors occupied for a day. In pedestrian-friendly Todd Mall, restaurants dish up camel burgers, and shops sell Aboriginal art and boomerangs. At the reptile center, I came face to face (through the glass) with an inland taipan, said to be the most venomous snake in the world.
That's the only vile creature I discovered in Alice Springs, where I stopped off for a few days to explore nearby Uluru, or Ayers Rock, and Kings Canyon before continuing north to Darwin.
I had booked my hotels and tours with Voyages, an Australian travel company that's dominant in the Red Center, and my trip was glitch free. I spent my first night at Voyage's Alice Springs Resort, an upscale motel a short walk from the town center.
Early the next morning, a comfortable bus picked me up for the 289-mile drive to Uluru.
We had our first glimpse of the monolith from the bus. From a distance, it looked like one big, smooth hunk of sandstone; later, on a walking tour around the base, I could see that it has giant pockmarks, caves and black streaks left by rain.
Uluru -- the restored Aboriginal name for Ayers Rock -- is a symbol of the country's changing politics. In October 1985, the rock and the land -- the 311,000-acre Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park on which it sits -- were returned to the Anangu people, who, in turn, leased it to the Australian National Parks and Wildlife Service for 99 years.
Climbing the 1,143-foot rock is popular, but the Aborigines discourage this because it is, for them, a spiritual place.
Except for camping, options for staying overnight near Uluru are limited, including the Ayers Rock Resort, where there are four hotels, one apartment complex, numerous restaurants, a few shops and a visitors center. Voyages owns and operates all of them. I chose the contemporary Lost Camel Hotel ($268), nice but not ultra-fancy, next to the shopping center and tour office.
Welcome to the rock
The next morning, it was still dark and very cold when I joined a small group for the Desert Awakenings tour ($101). A four-wheel-drive vehicle took us down bush tracks into the desert. We climbed a dune to a lookout where a welcome fire crackled.
We ate damper, an Australian bread cooked over the fire, and fried egg sandwiches as we watched the sun rise over the rock.
But the best was still to come. That night at sunset, the Sounds of Silence tour ($114) took us to a desert clearing where we listened to the low-pitched music of an Aboriginal didgeridoo. We sipped champagne and drank in the head-on view of Uluru.
The "gourmet buffet" included barramundi (a local fish), kangaroo, emu and crocodile. After dinner, a stargazer gave us an armchair tour of the stars and constellations.
I finished out my two nights at Ayers Rock Resort and then took a bus the 190 miles to Watarrka National Park and Kings Canyon.
It's peaceful, but it's a long drive with little to see on the way. And accommodations at Voyage's Kings Canyon Resort are basic, the restaurants pricey and the flies horrendous. Still, you must not leave without seeing the lovely canyon with its towering sandstone walls.
I took a bus back to the Alice the next day and, after an overnight, reboarded the Ghan to Darwin. Smaller train, same amenities. I ate and slept well and was awakened early by our steward, Georgina, tapping on my door and announcing, "Brekkie!" She had brought a box breakfast because we would be arriving early in the town of Katherine, "where the Outback meets the tropics."
This part of the trip was smoother, partly because this section of track was newer. The scenery, too, is different. We saw palm trees and mangoes and, on the way to Nitmiluk (Katherine) Gorge for a river cruise, a wallaby.
Our open-sided boat sailed through the gorge to a landing where we hiked over rocks and sand dunes to a second jetty to board another boat taking us deeper into the gorge. We saw no crocodiles but were told that rangers regularly make "croc spots" by helicopter, later trapping their prey and sending them to a croc farm in Darwin.
And soon enough, Darwin loomed in the distance as the Ghan trip wound down. I had fulfilled my wish to do the land Down Under by train and was still amazed at how Australia's huge piece of nothing could be quite something, even if I never saw that 'roo.
Beverly Beyette writes for the Los Angeles Times.
IF YOU GO
GETTING THERE
From Baltimore, several airlines offer flights to Los Angeles, where Qantas has connecting service to Adelaide, Australia. Restricted round-trip fares begin at about $1,987.
THE GHAN
To call the numbers below from the United States, dial 011 (the international dialing code), 61 (country code for Australia) and the local number. Great Southern Railway -- 422 King William St., Adelaide. 8-8213-4592, 8-8213-4444 or trainways.com.au. Operates the Ghan, which departs twice a week from Darwin and Adelaide, stopping at Alice Springs. Three classes of service are available, some include meals, with fares from $437-$1,513 per person. Northern Gateway Holidays -- 22 Cavenagh St., Darwin. 8-8941-1394 or northaustraliaholidays.com. Arranged my trip on the Ghan. AAT Kings -- 800-353-4525 or aatkings.com. Operates buses between Alice Springs, Ayers Rock and Kings Canyon.
INFORMATION Australian Tourist Commission -- 800-333-0262 or australia.com.
[BEVERLY BEYETTE]