Miracle Springs Resort Spa

... hardly said a word between them - it was no surprise when they didn't turn up for our last meal all together in Alice Springs. And I think that's it...?!? Anyway, on with the journey, we headed on straight to Uluru (Aboriginal name for Ayer's Rock) - ...

... we met Margaret, our boss. She was responsible for organising all the cooking and cleaning for the guests and large functions. And she was a miracle worker and an incredible cook! She taught me so many things, she reminded me of my mum, and she was called ...

... skin', we were told. Needless to say nobody ventured into the quagmire of bat excrement - we merely wandered through the springs, but could barely hear ourselves speak over the screeching of cranky bats, who were obviously put out to see tours being made ...

... past couple of weeks so any chance of seeing its surface change to black via a thousand shades of red was a long shot unless a miracle cloud break developed in the sun's direction. No such luck. By 6pm people were giving up the ghost and speeding off to ...

... be smiling after they get thrashed, sorry play Brazil in a few days time. Predictably it was another bright sunny day in Alice Springs, although it was still cold, far colder than it normally got at this time of year. Anyway enough about the weather ...