Uluru

Uluru is stunning, majestic, serene and somewhat alien -as a rock fallen to Earth from Mars.

No wonder the aboriginal Australians consider Uluru sacred and there are so many mythological stories around it.

Today, as I walked around its base, it felt like a cathedral at times.

I have taken more than 100 pictures of it. Lots last evening, at sunset, partly trying to capture it, partly playing with my camera's settings. I have taken just a few today -I have sort of given up trying to capture it with my camera, so I could capture it with my senses.

Tomorrow, I'll get up at 5.45 am again, to go and see the sunrise on The Olgas/Kata Tjuta, and walk around the area. 

Sunday, I fly out to Cairns. 

Ayers Rock Resort, the town close to the National Park that serves as camp base for the tourists -as a matter of fact, that is its only reason of existence- is a strange place. It's so clearly artificial and not far from an amusement park's resort.

The only negative aspect is the billions and billions of flies -I wonder if they are some kind of aboriginal retribution for all those people climbing Uluru.