Uluru Sunrise

... for sights like the two above. In case we hadn't noticed the dramatic change in colour from a deep red to a dusty gray the evening before, we were able to watch the reverse process in the morning. So, all wrapped up and in a very cold and misty van, we headed to one of the carparks around Uluru to find a good spot to see the show.
There were loads of other buses and crowds of people around, but this gave us the advantage of being able to crowd underneath the guys on the tall coaches, pass them our cameras and take photos for us - these tourists have their uses, I suppose!

After watching that amazing display, we headed off on the base walk to see some of the sites that were used by the Aboriginals in days past. Rychelle would show us around, explain the various sites, what they meant to the 'locals', and the stories that the elders would pass to their children.

When I was able to hang back from the crowds and stop at a place alone, the sensation of peacefulness was overwhelming. Stopping at this particular formation, lying back and just looking up with nothing but rock and sky was something that I won't forget, just being completely, calm and quiet.

Almost being 'at one' with nature?

Whatever it was, by the time I got back to the bus I was told off (along with Charlie) for holding everybody up...!

And just another example of the 'colours' of the Rock, although the image doesn't really pick out the depth and intriguing nature of the shifting colours, you can get some idea of how truly interesting this trip was becoming.

And, then, we were off to the Olgas...

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