Apparently, the clocks go back half an hour in Ayers Rock/Alice Springs, so we’ll only be eight and a half hours ahead of UK time for the next five days
. We're quickly through the airport and are soon picked up and dropped off at the Outback Pioneer Hotel & Lodge. As we have a few hours to kill before our first trip, we check out the little shopping centre and have some lunch there. At 2:25 we’re picked up and off to the first of our stops, the Uluru-Kata Tjuta Cultural Centre and the Maruku Arts & Craft Co-operative. This was a really interesting insight into the Aboriginal culture.
After this we set out to visit various sites of Uluru itself, firstly the waterhole of Mutitjulu for a guided walk, followed by the Mala Walk around the base of Uluru, and lastly it’s to Kantju Gorge waterhole. The last stop off is to a lookout point to watch the sunset over Uluru, with complimentary wine & canapés, aren't we just so sophisticated...??? Only problem here was that the sun clouded over only minutes before sunset, still pretty impressive none the less for that. It got pretty cold too, would have loved to have had a nice hot chocolate or something, but no complaints. Then finally it’s back to the resort for some much wanted tucker, after which it was earlyish to bed for another early start tomorrow.
Today we're up at silly o’clock for our 07:15 flight to Ayers Rock. Yet again it's a nice and easy airport transition, and before we know it we’re taking off in our little Qantas Boeing 717, and soon we are being served our breakfast... BREAKFAST...??? Err... but we didn’t realise they fed us on this flight, and we’d not long before devoured a Hungry Jacks Sausage & Egg Muffin with Hash Brown and Orange Juice... ho, hum... such is life...!!! The aircrew on this flight were hilarious, joking about and having a bit of a laugh all through the flight, great fun. We got talking to a stewardess and the usual question of "where are you from" came up, I replied "Oh you won't have heard of it, but I come from a little town called Grays in Essex" How wrong was I then? Not only had she heard of it, she'd actually lived there for a while... my flabber was well and truly gasted...!!!