Uluru and the Olgas
Oh no! Rubbing sleep from eyes for a dawn departure into the Northern Territory and the Lasseter Highway to Uluru. Actually, it wasn't as bad as expected as the light and skies at that time in the desert were absolutely magnificent.
This part of the trip seemed to be the province of the ubiquitous Aussie road trains which could really shift and clearly, any overtakes needed to be planned well in advance because of their length. Here's an example parked at the Erldunda Roadhouse.
It was while stopping at Erldunda for refreshments that yours truly made a complete arse of himself (a technical term). A good coffee and an Aussie meat pie would hit the spot nicely. Liking spicy food, I bought one of these:
Yes, I saw the extreme heat warning before purchase but marketing speak has always been over-hyped and disappointing. Biting off a large chunk and wolfing it down saw me instantly transported to a world of pain. The big mistake was taking the first bite in the presence of some of our fellow travellers, especially Jennie who never passes up an opportunity for a bit of mickey-taking. With eyes pouring tears, nose running like a tap and sweating profusely, I simply couldn't talk whilst those around me were close to tears of their own. After a few minutes, I regained my voice and simply said, "Bless me" (or something of a cruder equivalent which brought even more laughter). I've eaten some hot foods in my time but bloody hell....... Remainder of pie quickly consigned to a rubbish bin whist I composed myself.
Comedy act over, it was time to continue to Yulara, the stopping off point for Uluru.
We soon came upon a massive tabletop rock rising from the desert but it wasn't Uluru. Still impressive though. Almost certain that it was Mt Conner.
Despite there being reasonable numbers of people present to witness sunrise, there wasn't a lot of talking. Perhaps people were simply absorbing one of the world's great spectacles unfolding before them.
The next part of the day was dedicated to walking round selected parts of the base of Uluru and Kata Tjuta. Our guide Kym was absolutely in his element, explaining history from an indigenous perspective with humility and an engaging manner - exceptionally well done. The sheer scale when close up was overwhelming. Here are a selection of photos from Uluru.
It's a purely personal choice but I marginally preferred the Olgas as somewhere to explore, simply because of the sheer variety of shapes, but that's not denigrating Uluru in any shape or form.
That evening saw our last meal together - a table under the stars with Uluru in the background. To use an understatement, just a wee bit special.
The next morning saw everyone saying goodbye departing in different directions to various parts of Australia. Trip highlights..... what can I say? The star was the Australian Outback. Everything you'd hoped for and more besides. Many Australians I've spoken to over the years have travelled extensively internationally, yet have never travelled far inland or even to Western Australia north of Perth. Why is that? Special mention of APT and the exceptional quality of their team. Delivering great outcomes but keeping everything low key at the same time. Driver/Guide Kym was the best of the best - unflappable, always on top of everything and displayed great humour. Kym was also great with his explanations of indigenous culture in the various areas. Finally, the people on tour with us. Great fun and we all got on so well - expecting a few welcome visitors to NZ now!
Our journey to Australia ended in Melbourne to catch up with our daughter and her husband for a few days, exploring the Mornington Peninsula and surrounds - the perfect way to wind down an outstanding holiday.
