There were 2 articles about the mystical Uluru in Australia in The Star papers last weekend.
When I read them, I recollect my own trip to this iconic place in 2008.
July 2008, a group of us went over to Melbourne to attend the graduation ceremony of my nephew Wai Khuen, Bachelor of Civil Engineering from Swinburne University. This was to be a joyous occasion and yet we all went with a heavy heart too as my mother was sick by then. In fact Wai Khuen's mother had to miss her son's graduation (my sister is a nurse). She chose to return to KL as my mother had another heart attack while we were over there.
Before the graduation ceremony, May had booked us for a trip to Ayers Rock. From Melbourne we took the internal flight to the "Town of Alice" before going to Ayers Rock. The town of Alice Spring more or less introduced us to the desert. Small quiet (no big shopping malls then) town and saw some Aborgines getting drunk at night!
We were driven straight to the base of Ayers Rocks to witness the glorious sunset!
In the backgrounds - the Olgas
A table has been laid out with finger foods and tidbits and wines for us as we sat/stand to watch the sunset.
The night had turned chilly as we waited for the sun to set and the darkness enveloped us.
One word - awesome! The pictures speak for themselves.
We checked in at the Desert Palm Resort. It is a clean and modest resort which had its communal showers (different showers for men and ladies, of course) and toilets in the centre of the resort. Though, it was not a problem in the day, it was quite scary at night to come out for a toilet visit! The nights here can be cold more so as it was winter in July!
Next morning, it was a very early morning call and we were again at the base in the dark.
This time it is the sun rise that we were to witness!
Again a table with sandwiches, cakes and biscuits and hot coffee/tea were provided. It was a very warm welcome as we can felt the winds were blowing around us.
Silently, slowly but surely a tiny dot of the light appeared at the horizon with the rising of the sun. It was so ethereal and for a moment everybody quieten down to watch as the light burst out from behind the Rock. It was a extravaganza of colours hitting the facade of the rock.
There is the walk around Kata Tjuta also known as Olgas, the Mala walk and its surrounding trails and gorge.
Hard red rock- hardly any vegetation here.
It was indeed a wonderful and memorable trip.