Uluru was quite a spectacle. That rock is seriously BIG. I can’t say what it is but as soon as you’re in its vicinity something changes. You feel different. I can’t explain it, but I can see what all the fuss is about.
And I could feel it as well.
We stayed at Sails in the Desert, a very luxurious resort in the middle of nowhere, about 15km from Uluru and 50km from Kata Tjuta. Ma dukes, big sis and I arrived a bit later than expected but we were able to make it just in time for the sunset.
They say sunset is the best time to visit the Rock because it turns a brilliant red. Well, it’s true. You’ve never seen a color like this in your life.
We slept in late the next morning which I really didn’t mind. This stuff is exhausting. My sister and I went for a hike through Kata Tjuta on the Valley of the Winds walk (7.4km) while my mother took a slightly less rigorous walk nearby. We literally had to scale rocks to make it through this hike.
It’s almost belittling, walking through a valley in between enormous rock formations. It makes you feel like an ant. The scenery was spectacular and the views were pretty astounding.
From there we zipped over to Uluru for a quick peek at the base. We went for a short walk and took some photos before heading to dinner. That meal was quite an experience…and for $170/plate it sure as hell better be!
Drinks took place during sunset, right in between Uluru and Kata Tjuta. Dinner took place under the stars.
The food was served buffet-style and the wine wouldn’t stop coming. Not that I had a problem with that, but hammered wasn’t really on the agenda…
…especially since I was getting up at 5am the next morning to climb the Rock.
So I got my butt out of bed, hungover and running on 6 hours of sleep, expecting to clamber up a rock that has killed 35 people in the past 20 years.
And did I?
No. Just my luck, upon my arrival the climb was closed “due to high winds at the summit.” Maybe it was a sign. Perhaps I avoided my death. Who knows? Either way, I ate an apple and watched the sunrise.