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be able to figure out when

you're gonna be arriving.

I ran into a group of Aboriginals

who were able to point me

in the right direction.

They just knew where you were.

I said 'camel lady' and...

I guess there's not really

a lot of camel ladies.

Before I get on any kind of plane,

I have this ritual I've been

doing for the past five years

where I eat an orange before and

after when I get off the flight.

And this time I was gonna do it,

but I didn't 'cause

I ran out of time.

I got back late and

my deli was closed.

Wow. I love lentils.

Maybe try some with, uh...

with the hat.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

The white really pops against

the red of the Rock.

And don't worry, I'm

shooting on a long lens

so it compresses the distance...

it looks like you're standing

right in front of it.

Great. OK, maybe a... a tiny smile?

What about honest journalism?

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Hey, camel lady!

A friend of mine, David Burnett,

says the greatest photographs

are motivated by human feeling.

Are we done?

- Uh, almost.

- (CAMERA CLICKS)

Oh, no, I thought the hat was good!

- (POP MUSIC BLARES)

- See you tomorrow.

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

(HUFFS) Parasite.

Go away.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMEL BRAYS)

(CAMEL GRUNTS)

(DIGGITY WHINES)

So your father was

an explorer, huh?

Not really.

Oh, I thought you said he was.

I said he walked

around East Africa,

harpooning crocodiles

and looking for gold.

What about your mom?

I don't really remember her.

Oh, what happened to her?

She hung herself.

...why I spend

The lonely night

Dreaming of a song

The melody haunts my reverie...

(CAMEL BRAYS)

ROBYN:
Jesus.

(WIND HOWLS)

(CAMEL BRAYS)

I'm gonna grab all this...!

Agh!

RICK:
Put the bed stuff

in the back of the truck!

Leave that, get the food.

(CAMEL GROANS)

Whoosh, Dookie, whoosh.

Diggity!

Robyn!

- F*** off!

- (CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMEL BRAYS)

(BLOWS)

Could've been worse...

we could've been in a small

plane flying through a typhoon.

That's something you don't

want to experience.

I was in Irian Jaya covering

the riots for Time.

David Burnett was there.

He won the Capa Medal in '73.

He's a good friend of mine. We

were trying to land the plane

on this narrow strip on

the side of a mountain

and the wind kept blowing

the wings back and forth...

I just can't stand it anymore.

This whole thing is just some

ludicrous, pointless farce.

Every day, I load a pile of junk,

I walk 20 miles,

I unload a pile of junk,

and you just stand around like

some idiot, taking pictures of me.

And I can't do it anymore!

(SOBS GENTLY)

It's OK.

(CHAINS RATTLING)

(SNORES GENTLY)

(CAMELS BRAY)

Dookie! Leave him alone.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

You don't have to do that.

So I think... I was thinking

about staying on for a few days.

Why?

Just, uh...

So I guess I'll see

you in five weeks.

OK.

(SIGHS)

- (GROWLS)

- Whoa-kay.

- (DIGGITY BARKS)

- (ROBYN SHOUTS)

(SPLASH!)

Hey, Dig. Come here.

(DIGGITY BARKS)

Come on! Don't get out.

(DIGGITY BARKS)

Come on, girl, come back in.

(DIGGITY BARKS)

(DIGGITY CONTINUES BARKING)

(ALARM CLOCK RINGS)

Hey. Hey.

Where are they, Dig?

Dookie!

Zelly!

Bub!

Dookie!

(PANTS)

Hey.

You stay here, OK?

Good girl.

(WHINES)

Dookie!

(BRAYS)

- (GROANS)

- Never do this to me again!

Don't you ever leave me!

(GRUNTS)

Sorry.

(GRUNTS)

(DIGGITY BARKS)

Hey, Dig. Hey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- Good. How are you?

I missed you.

I take it you're the camel lady.

- Hi. Thanks for having us here.

- You're welcome.

Sorry, can I get you guys

to shake hands again?

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Great, thank you.

Hello there.

The, uh, old fellas can be a bit

stand-offish with strangers.

Takes a while for them to warm up.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

Would you mind not taking pictures?

A man has to do his job.

That's exactly the reason blacks

were dumped in missions...

men just doing their job.

11 million readers will

see these photographs.

I like to think that what I'm...

doing is a service.

Couple of pictures in a magazine?

You think that's really

going to make a difference?

Yeah, I do.

If it wasn't for the magazine,

you wouldn't be on this trip.

(WOMEN SING TRADITIONAL

ABORIGINAL SONG)

(SPEAKS IN INDIGENOUS LANGUAGE)

(CHUCKLES)

(WOMEN CONTINUE SINGING)

(WOMEN LAUGH)

(WIND HOWLS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(WOMAN VOCALISING IN DISTANCE)

(EXHALES)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

You didn't, did you?

Nobody saw me.

It was great images.

Some kind of... grieving ceremony.

That was secret business.

Get it? Secret.

After Malaysia, I have

a shoot in Tasmania.

I'll check in on this

number for messages.

OK, I should make Warburton

in about six weeks.

I'll be there.

Can I sit here?

Husband no good.

He's not my husband.

There's an adviser named Glendle

living outside Pipalyatjara.

Now he's the last whitefella

you'll see until Warburton.

OK. But this is the most

direct route, though, right?

Yeah, but it's dotted

with sacred sites.

It's forbidden to

women, I'm afraid.

You'd need an old fella

to guide you through.

But the other way is 160

miles out of my way.

If you like, I can ask round,

see if there's an Elder who

would travel with you.

Seems your boyfriend

was seen taking photos

of secret business.

He's not my boyfriend.

Sorry. Can't help you.

Their answer is no.

Just tell them I'm sorry.

Looks like we're taking

the long way, Bub.

(BLOWS)

(CAMEL GROANS)

(CAMELS BELLOW IN DISTANCE)

(CAMELS GRUNT)

SALLAY:

If you're out there on your own

and a wild bull's coming

at ya, you shoot it.

Don't think. You shoot.

You understand?

(CAMELS BELLOW)

- (CAMELS BRAY)

- (DIGGITY BARKS)

(BARKS)

(BRAYS)

- (CAMELS BRAY)

- (DIGGITY BARKS)

(CAMEL GRUNTS)

(DIGGITY BARKS)

(CAMEL GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(CAMEL GROANS)

(CAMEL GROWLS)

(GUNSHOT)

(DIGGITY BARKING)

(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

(BIRDS SCREECH)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

(DIGGITY BARKS)

Where you go?

West to the ocean.

Uru Pulka? Big lake?

Yeah, Uru Pulka.

Too long way. Too long way for you.

You go Pipalyatjara?

- Yeah.

- Which way?

Along the road.

Too far. Too many sleeps that way.

Miil-miil. Sacred country.

Need old fella.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(CAMEL GRUNTS)

(SPEAKS IN PITJANTJATJARA)

Mr Eddy.

(SPEAKS IN PITJANTJATJARA)

(DIGGITY BARKS)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING

IN PITJANTJATJARA)

(WISTFUL PIANO MUSIC)

(ETHEREAL VOCALISING)

Glendle?

(SPEAKS IN PITJANTJATJARA)

Glendle.

I know he helped me get the money,

but he doesn't understand that

he's part of the problem.

He's a nice person, but I don't

want him and his cameras

and his hopeless romantic notions

along with my trip, you know?

I can deal with pigs really easily,

but nice people confound me.

You know, how can you

tell a nice person

that you just wish they'd

crawl into a hole and die?

Sorry. (CHUCKLES)

It's been a while since I've

had anybody to talk to.

You had Eddy.

He's one of the most respected

Elders in the community.

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