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The Living Fire

They’re called stones fallen from heaven, living fire, an anchor stone of hope. Some swear they made the owner invisible. We just call them opals and their story is magical.

The finest opals come from Australia. It’s not just a boast, it’s also a fact. Not only the finest, but also the most – 95% of all opals are eked out of this great continent.

Black opals – which aren’t really …..

Black opals are never entirely black

Black opals are never entirely black

 

Some black opals even look blue

Some black opals even look blue

…..light opals, which are….

Light opals are most common in Coober Pedy

Light opals are most common in Coober Pedy

……. and boulder opals, which are a bit of both

Boulder opals are indeed part boulder and part opal

Boulder opals are indeed part boulder and part opal

– come in all shapes and sizes, but most importantly must have the fire that marks the gem.

Even the mining areas sound a little magical – Lightening Ridge, Mintabie, Andamooka, Quilpie and White Cliffs. Perhaps the biggest mining area is at Coober Pedy, in the very heart of the Australian outback.

The Coober Pedy mining truck welcomes you to town

The Coober Pedy mining truck welcomes you to town

Coober Pedy is like nowhere else – literally an up-side-down world where the living make their homes and work underground and out of sight, while the cemetery is up-top and in the open!

Home, sweet dome. The front door, tucked into the hillside

Home, sweet dome. The front door, tucked into the hillside

 

The house under the hill - one of many

The house under the hill – one of many

 

The majority of residents live underground in hillside dugouts

The majority of residents live underground in hillside dugouts

 

A dugout home

A dugout home

 

The temperature remains constant below ground

The temperature remains constant below ground

 

The Coober Pedy cemetery on a ridge above the town

The Coober Pedy cemetery on a ridge above the town

Flying over the town also gives a bird’s-eye view of the strange formations made from individual mine shafts. It’s claimed there are up to four million shafts in and around the town, giving it more of a Martian landscape.

A tiny part of Coober Pedy's moonscape of mine shafts

A tiny part of Coober Pedy’s moonscape of mine shafts

A millionaire in Coober Pedy (and they claim there are quite a few) looks the same as every other dust-coated, jeans and plaid-wearing worker; some have struck lucky in just a few feet of fine dirt, others have toiled for decades and never found a chip of colour. They say it is addictive. This miner told us he had already made a million by the turn of the 1980’s. In 2016 he was still down in the dirt.

A lifetime underground, hunting for the precious gems

A lifetime underground, hunting for the precious gems

 

Keen eyes endlessly watch for the glint of a gem

Keen eyes endlessly watch for the glint of a gem

 

It's not a hi-tech operation

It’s not a hi-tech operation

 

Spinning teeth eat into the mine wall

Spinning teeth eat into the mine wall

For all their value, opals started life as nothing more than trickles of silica running through cracks in the earth. Thanks to the inimitable creativity of Mother Earth, what gets chipped out the other side, millennia later is, if you are lucky, a milky stone of fire.

Trickling temptation - this is what the miners yearn for

Trickling temptation – this is what the miners yearn for

The stones have been lauded throughout time. Cleopatra was a big fan as were many royals and dignitaries. Roman women prized them above all other stones and the generals often carried opal-tipped staves into battle for luck. The not-so-lucky Marie Antoinette owned one called the Forest Fire. Opals were responsible for founding of London’s famous Hatton Gardens jewellery quarter after Sir Christopher Hatton presented the virgin Queen Elizabeth with a fine set of gems and in return she booted the bishops out of the Palace at Ely and presented Sir Chris with a fine place to live and work. The palace grounds became Hatton Gardens. A much more recent Elizabeth – Taylor – was also an avid collector, as were Andy Warhol and Elvis Presley.

It was originally thought that the gems were only found in the Carpathian Mountains in Europe, in a location so secret that the miners would employ complex subterfuge to remain undiscovered. Opals were also found in Mexico and Peru, feeding the ancient Mayan and Inca desires. Imagine the surprise and delight of opal lovers and miners when the gem they thought only available in a few limited and secret places were found half a planet away in Australia. 

Tulle Woolaston is credited as the first large scale trader. It is fitting that Australian opals were first introduced into Europe by Woolaston at Hatton Gardens – the place where is all began centuries earlier.

The opal rush began in earnest in 1889. Originally Coober Pedy the area was known as Umoona by the Aboriginals who lived there. After the mining boom began they renamed it Kupaku Piti, which translates to ‘white man’s hole’.

A basic miners dugout

A basic miners dugout

Early miners would often sleep in their claim to stop others from stealing their stones

Early miners would often sleep in their claim to stop others from stealing their stones

To look at the mine-fields now you could be forgiven for thinking not much has changed.

The tools of the trade haven't changed much

The tools of the trade haven’t changed much

Unlike other mineral extraction, opal mining was and still is mainly a family business. Prospectors peg out a fifty metre square and drop 1.5m exploratory shafts.

Exploratory shafts are just 1.5metres wide

Exploratory shafts are just 1.5metres wide

Then the lateral tunnelling begins.

The tunnels goes for miles under the town and surrounding area

The tunnels goes for miles under the town and surrounding area

 

Artistic scars from the mining machines make for great wall art

Artistic scars from the mining machines make for great wall art

In 1972 mining was banned underneath the town itself, because of fears that it would simply fall in on itself. There was no detail of who was digging where, and most weren’t just digging, they were dynamiting too. It was the wild west of unregistered and unregulated mining just below the schools, shops and roads and right next to the dug out underground homes. The story is often told of the miner who blew out the lounge room of a neighbour chasing a promising seam.  One look from above and the endless miles of mine shafts shows just how real their concerns were.

 

The many dangers of strolling around Coober Pedy

The many dangers of strolling around Coober Pedy

 

The earth moving from above

The earth moving from above

 

They say there are four million mine shafts around Coober Pedy

They say there are four million mine shafts around Coober Pedy

Exceptions are made for tunneling to make an underground home. It’s claimed that one Coober Pedy bachelor miner has had to dig out 20 bedrooms under the town, “to accommodate his huge extended family who occasionally visit”

And it seems that all the rules, all the bets and all the courtesy goes straight down the hole if you hit the right seam.

The mines promise much

The mines promise much

Coober Pedy is a town of secrets. No one trusts anyone and no one tells anyone anything. Miners are followed through the night to see if they have found a promising dig. Fortunes maybe won or lost, but all go on under the cover of the underground.

The promise of riches and beautiful gems has also brought hopeful families from all over the world. There are around 3,500 people living permanently in Coober Pedy, with 45 different nationalities.

Welcome to the underworld

Welcome to the underworld

 

The underground Serbian Church is one of many different denominations

The underground Serbian Church is one of many different denominations

Some look for divine inspiration, others have divining aspirations, thought it was hard to be convinced that it really worked.

Divining opals - not a very productive process

Divining opals – not a very productive process

And if you can’t afford to dig, you can still feed your addiction, with a bit of noodling on the side – the terms of digging through the spoil heaps, or tailings, in search of a missed moment.  And yes, there are stories of people finding hugely valuable gems in a pile of dirt, of course there are!

Free noodling

Free noodling

 

The tailings from countless mine shafts just might hold that lost stone

The tailings from countless mine shafts just might hold that lost stone

Coober Pedy is a curious place, full of mystery and intrigue, where the hopes of many nations come together. Beyond its boundaries is the vast outback, and it also has stories of magic and mystery to share.

The Moon Plain has featured in numerous apocalyptic movies, including Mad Max. Named for its endless empty scape, it is also an important place in Aboriginal stories and Dreamtime.

The desolate Moon Plains

The desolate Moon Plains

The black shadow of a soft cloud is all that breaks the view

The black shadow of a soft cloud is all that breaks the view

The Breakaways are a series of spectacular rock formations rising out of the Plain in distinct and distinctive colours. This is considered an important place of learning for young Aboriginal men.

One way only to the Breakaways

One way only to the Breakaways

 

The imposing mounds are considered sacred by the Aborigines

The imposing mounds are considered sacred by the Aborigines

 

The Breakaways cast in shadow

The Breakaways cast in shadow

 

The shapes and colours all tell a story

The shapes and colours all tell a story

While the two prominent formations are known as salt and pepper or the castle locally, the Aboriginal story tells of two puppies – one white and one yellow, sitting down near their owner the “man” in the shadow behind them.

The rich colours of the Breakaways glow in the late afternoon sun

The rich colours of the Breakaways glow in the late afternoon sun

You can clearly see why the Breakaways is also the main source of red ochre (tudu), used in Aboriginal dressing up ceremonies, as well as the source of other ochre colours.

The outback surrounding Coober Pedy holds millennia of history. From ancient stories, to gems as old as the land itself. It also is part of more modern record-breaking history.

Part of the Dog Fence

Part of the Dog Fence

“A fence”, we hear you say, “it’s a fence”. It’s not just a fence. The Dog Fence is the longest fence in the world. This humble stretch of wood and wire built in the 1880’s is one of the longest structures in the world. Designed to keep dingoes away from sheep stock, it runs a mind-boggling 5,614km from the east to the south of Australia.

The Dog Fence stretches across the continent

The Dog Fence stretches across the continent

Hundreds of men live along the fence, working in shifts and sleeping in small huts complete with satellite TV and shortwave radios to keep the barrier intact.

You can see the Dog Fence running through the middle of the frame

You can see the Dog Fence running through the middle of the frame

But if size does matter to you, then Anna Creek is for you. It is the world’s biggest property, spread over six million acres, or 24,000km2. If it were a country it would be 150th on the big list – greater than 89 others.

Anna Creek - the largest cattle station in the world, makes the Dog Fence look like a row of toothpicks

Anna Creek – the largest cattle station in the world, makes the Dog Fence look like a row of toothpicks

 

The vastness of the desert

The vastness of the desert

 

The desertscape is far from flat

The desertscape is far from flat

 

A mustering station and dam in the middle of the outback

A mustering station and dam in the middle of the outback

 

Parts of the desert are as green as a bowling lawn from the recent rains

Parts of the desert are as green as a bowling lawn from the recent rains

 

Just for scale - the green blobs are full-sized trees

Just for scale – the green blobs are full-sized trees

 

Far from being deserted – the Australian outback is full of life and stories. You could say it is both an ancient and modern, priceless gem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Sahara

Our first attempt to drive amongst the dunes of the Sahara left us stuck like a turtle on a rock and rescued by camel feeders – but we were undaunted!
Yep, we got bogged again!

Yep, we got bogged again!

Getting a tow from the camel feeders

Getting a tow from the camel feeders

At the end of the main street in M’Hamid is the desert. One minute you are driving on Tarmac and the next on sand.
M'hamid - the last town on the map

M’hamid – the last town on the map

We trundled for a couple of kilometers until a sudden hummock of sand stopped us in our tracks. Thankfully it was feeding time for the camels and some cheery handlers offered Geoff a tow rope with a metal hook more like the end of a coat hanger. But it did the job and we were off again, finding a suitably Charlie-friendly dune for a few shameless  photo ops!
Geoff in traditional headgear in the dunes

Geoff in traditional headgear in the dunes

You might laugh at the headdress now, but believe us, it is much better than a scarf and baseball cap in the desert.

Charlie at the base of the dune

Charlie at the base of the dune

Charlie couldn't shake off the camels

Charlie couldn’t shake off the camels

Camel tracks going up the dune

Camel tracks going up the dune

Next stop N’Kob, where we saw the less exciting side of the desert. A dust cloud enveloped us and everything else for three days.
There are mountains inside that dust cloud

There are mountains inside that dust cloud

Trying to shake off some of the dust

Trying to shake off some of the dust

The sun blotted out by Saharan dust

The sun blotted out by Saharan dust

The sun was blotted out with a sickly yellow coating and even the view across the street was blank. Our tent Chubby Coleman was encrusted, but did a fine job keeping it on the outside when expensive motor homes were inundated.

After two days we could see a little more, but it was still through a veil of sand

Desert as far as you can see through the dust clouds

Desert as far as you can see through the dust clouds

 

As the skies cleared we left N’kob and headed further east. Finally in Merzouga we could really say we were in the dunes.
The view from the terrace!

The view from the terrace!

Erg Chebbi is a series of dunes that sit alone in the south east of Morocco. So the story goes that when a wealthy family would not give hospitality to an old woman and her son, God was offended and buried them under a huge pile of sand.
They are far more beautiful than their rather macabre legend might suggest – with golden, pink and ochre hues that warmed, cooled and glowed as the day grew long.
Kasbah in the dunes

Kasbah in the dunes

Pink gold at sunset

Pink gold at sunset

Some really were golden yellow

Some really were golden yellow

The pink and yellow dunes

The pink and yellow dunes

The rich colours of  sunset

The rich colours of sunset

The setting sun over the dunes

The setting sun over the dunes

The desert here is a multi-coloured affair. Blackened hard sand covers much of the land, contrasting against the golden, pinky dunes and crushed, whitened dirt roads, known as pistes.
The sun-blackened hard sand - reg, contrasts with the soft, golden sahel sand

The sun-blackened hard sand – reg, contrasts with the soft, golden sahel sand

The white sand road through the black sand desert

The white sand road through the black sand desert

Walking in the dunes was easier than expected, with the top sand crust hard and impacted, except where the ubiquitous 4x4s and quad bikes had been. There are moves to ban both from the dunes because of the damage they cause. It is claimed that Saharan dust levels have increased more than 1000% since the 1950s and much of that has been attributed to the breakup of the sand crust from vehicles. Camels don’t damage the surface in the same way and look and sound a lot better too!
Finally in the dunes

Finally in the dunes

Standing in the Sahara desert - tick!

Standing in the Sahara desert – tick!

Where's a camel when you need one?

Where’s a camel when you need one?

Almost directly in front of our tent was a tempting and deceptively easy looking climb.
It didn't look too bad from here

It didn’t look too bad from here

We couldn’t have been more wrong! One step forward, 9/10ths step back, while sinking up to our ankles on a never-ending ridge was lung-poppingly hard.
It doesn't look that high, does it?

It doesn’t look that high, does it?

It still wasn't too bad from here

It still wasn’t too bad from here

It was starting to get hard from here

It was starting to get hard from here

Nearly there

Nearly there

Nearly, nearly there

Nearly, nearly there

Now, he's made it!

Now, he’s made it!

 

I had to stop because it was too hard on my injured knee. Geoff carried on and, despite a low point when he was overtaken by a small, but surprisingly speedy beetle, finally made it to the top!
Speedy beetle

Speedy beetle

The dot on the ridge is Geoff, still going

The dot on the ridge is Geoff, still going

At least one of us made it up there and we both concluded the dunes  are a lot easier on the eye than they are on the knees.
The slide show has plenty more pictures for you to enjoy from the comfort of your chair.
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On the road to the Sahara

Sweet almond oases, wind swept mountains, lute-playing paratroopers, Keith Richards lookalikes, a pyramid man and Billy The Kid Elliot – just some of the places and characters we have encountered.
Just outside Tafraoute is a picture perfect oasis – complete with a well, almond blossom and palm trees.
An idyllic watering hole - the well, almond blossom and palm trees make a picture postcard

An idyllic watering hole – the well, almond blossom and palm trees make a picture postcard

Well, well.

Well, well.

A traditional Berber village near Tafraoute

A traditional Berber village near Tafraoute

 

It was a beautiful and tranquil spot. The delicate blossoms were soon replaced with craggy windswept mountains as we crossed the Jebel Bani and head toward the desert.
The drama of the geography never gets old

The drama of the geography never gets old

Heat and sand in the foreground, snow-capped mountains in the distance

Heat and sand in the foreground, snow-capped mountains in the distance

The ever-changing landscape of Morocco is a daily delight, altering sometimes by the hour as we travel, from the high sided canyons of the Ait Mansour gorge….
The setting sun glints through the palms of Ait Mansour Gorge

The setting sun glints through the palms of Ait Mansour Gorge

Homes melt into the mountain in Ait Mansour gorge

Homes melt into the mountain in Ait Mansour gorge

 

A sweet almond welcome to the start of the Ait Mansour Gorge

A sweet almond welcome to the start of the Ait Mansour Gorge

At the end of the Ait Mansour gorge

At the end of the Ait Mansour gorge

to the surprising oasis in a gully barely visible just a few feet away…..
The desert floor above

The desert floor above

The oasis below, with houses and animal pens

The oasis below, with houses and animal pens

We found this lush oasis with three houses in the bottom of a canyon in the middle of nowhere

We found this lush oasis with three houses in the bottom of a canyon in the middle of nowhere

 

to the endless skylines of the Atlas Mountains.

 

The wind fashions the rock into great grooves and gullies

The wind fashions the rock into great grooves and gullies

Just one part of the Atlas mountains

Just one part of the Atlas mountains

Too cute - wild white baby camels

Too cute – wild white baby camels

 

More switchbacks to turn and mountains to climb en-route

More switchbacks to turn and mountains to climb en-route

In some parts of the mountains, women almost only ever wear black

In some parts of the mountains, women almost only ever wear black

Coming home from the market

Coming home from the market

History and hardship is etched on his face

History and hardship is etched on his face

Age, authority and groovy green specs

Age, authority and groovy green specs

 

Desert sands, mountains, palms, earth brick houses and a sat dish…. Sky Sports anyone?

Desert sands, mountains, palms, earth brick houses and a sat dish…. Sky Sports anyone?

 

We stopped for a couple of nights at Agdz – a pivot point from which you can head north toward Marrakech or, in our case, south to the desert.
Attached to our campsite is an ancient kasbah being renovated by the family who have called it home for generations.
It's hard to imagine the building is centuries old

It’s hard to imagine the building is centuries old

We have been confused about the difference between a kasbah a, riads, ksars and such like – so now we know, we can pass it on.
A kasbah is a walled private house.
This courtyard was oringally the kitchen, hammam and stables

This courtyard was originally the kitchen, hammam and stables

A riad is a walled garden with trees. It has become synonymous with a guest house these days, especially in Marrakech, but a night in a real riad will leave you outside hugging a fruit tree!

The riad - or walled garden. Sadly the orange trees around the fountain are gone

The riad – or walled garden. Sadly the orange trees around the fountain are gone
A ksar is a walled village.
The ksar (walled village) next to the kasbah (walled house)

The ksar (walled village) next to the kasbah (walled house)

In theory you can have a riad inside a kasbah inside a ksar….. but we digress.
So, back to the kasbah – built with earth bricks, baked hard in the sun and a richly painted interior.
The first level of bricks are always the same dimensions – 1mx50cmx50cm. They are built insitu and then left to bake in the sun and air until strong enough to take the rest of the building… no chance of a 12 week finish or your money back here.
What an entrance!

What an entrance!

Traditional and modern design in the ancient kasbah

Traditional and modern design in the ancient kasbah

Treasure chest for women's secret things

Treasure chest for women’s secret things

The decorations are particular to this family

The decorations are particular to this family

Special windows for women, so they can see out, but they cannot be seen

Special windows for women, so they can see out, but they cannot be seen

A door within a door, leading to the summer room

A door within a door, leading to the summer room

 

Pitcher of water in a window alcove

Pitcher of water in a window alcove

Lounging

Lounging

Just a place to sit

Just a place to sit

The door frames are made of palm trees

The door frames are made of palm trees

 

It was an interesting tour, but we found the descriptions of the family dynamics much more fascinating. How do you sort out who gets what when there are nine brothers….. Not easily or happily apparently!

Inter-familia disputes are a far cry from the laid back attitude of brothers Abdulliah and Belaid, who greeted us and then oft- repeated their mantra ” take your time” as we pulled into their aptly named Prends ton Temps (Take Your Time) campsite in Zagora.
Abdullaih and Belaid

Abdullaih and Belaid

Zagora is known as the gateway to the Sahara in Morocco.
The wall says we are in the desert

The wall says we are in the desert

Belaid spent 21 years in the Moroccan army as a paratrooper, eleven of those years in the desert on the disputed Moroccan/Algerian border. He’s the size of a shed, with a sun-splitting smile and likes nothing better these days than playing his eleven-string lute.
Belaid Laalili playing the eleven-string lute

Belaid Laalili playing the eleven-string lute

Check him out on YouTube.
Abdulliah is pencil thin with more than a passing resemblance to Keith Richards and just as full of bonhomie as his brother. They make a great pair and were easy-going, charming hosts.
Take your time, boys

Take your time, boys

A fellow camper in no particular hurry was Dominique Routier ,an artist from Perpignan, in the process of finalizing a model for his latest installation.
This is just the working model size

This is just the working model size

Technical drawings

Technical drawings

A six-pointed star made of multiple equilateral triangles. The real thing will be about four- storeys high and if you like the look of it, he’s looking for sponsors.

The artist at work

The artist at work

The scale is ambitious, but rather appealing

The scale is ambitious, but rather appealing

Not taking his time at all was the camp goat.
Billy "the Kid" Elliot and his mum

Billy “the Kid” Elliot and his mum

For his constant dancing and prancing around the site, we named him Billy Elliot and delighted in his endless excitement and amazement of the world around him – we know the feeling!
As usual there are plenty more photos in the slideshow, so…kick back, take your time and enjoy the show.