(NAMED SO FOR OBVIOUS REASONS)
As the sacred landmarks which we set out to visit are quite a distance away from anything else in the world – we’re fortunate to have QANTAS fly us direct to Uluru, in the heart of Australia’s Red Centre
And from the sky, we get our first glimpse of Australia’s heart… known to the Aboriginals as ‘Uluru’ and to the white men who discovered it thousands of years later as ‘Ayer’s Rock.’ I prefer to use the name of the natives.
About an hour later, we see Uluru up close…
I couldn’t seem to take enough photos of Uluru – the appearance of it constantly changes – with the light and with every angle. One can truly feel every sense of why this place is considered magical.
Perspective of Uluru from the Cultural Centre:
Driving up to the rock
Every angle of the rock is unique
The Aboriginals ask that you please do not climb Uluru, but for some reason you still can if you’re that type of person who really wants to. You hold on to a rope as you make your way up this path. 32 people have died on this path since tourism to the Red Centre was established in 1985.
Jeff is swatting flies off of himself – perhaps Aboriginal dancing has its roots in this action?
Uluru is a very sacred place – visitors are encouraged to respect this.
This little township is the one and only place where people reside within the district.
It may have been 42 degrees Celsius in the summer heat, but the cloud cover and light breeze made it bearable.
Desert Oak stretching roots up to 50 metres long searching for water
Although these trees are called ‘Desert Oak,’ they are actually an evergreen. Once their roots reach water, they can grow quite big.
Approximately 30 kilometers away from Uluru is another sacred place known as Kata Tjuta. (Named by the whiteman as ‘The Olgas’)
Resting place at Kata Tjuta.
Man-made structures are designed to blend in and compliment the environment throughout these areas.
The black streaks reveal where water flows
In between two large rock formations, I found this small puddle. Evidently there had been some rain in the previous week.
In that small puddle resided hundreds, if not thousands of tadpoles. More tadpoles than I had ever seen in my life!! I sure hope that they made it to frog-hood before the puddle evaporated! I spent a long time at this puddle – it was here where I began to feel the spiritual presence of the area.
These ants were crazy about this white thing – but I had no idea what the white thing was
Arial relief of Kata Tjuta – The dotted lines show where we walked, except we didn’t do the loop section – that section closes at 11am due to heat.
Camels run wild in the Northern Territory, but we only saw them in captivity
This is where you go if you want to take a tour on the back of a camel.