Red Rock Rising
An official rest day was declared (by me!) the next day. However, before we could relax there were a few outstanding bounce-hold chores. I left the driver in charge of the seemingly simple task of stringing up a clothesline while I performed my obligatory washer-woman duties.
I returned three loads later to find that not only had he drifted off into neighbouring camps to chat with yet more travellers (surprise, surprise!) but also that he hadn?t quite managed to complete the one job on his list!
But, like all good little boys he was back by lunchtime with a hungry tummy. He was also chock full of useless information and had collected a pile of tourist brochures. He then devoted the rest of the afternoon to reading each one aloud to me while I tried to write this blog?
The next morning we were up with the early bird choppers and cheering busloads of backpackers. In the chill of pre-dawn we pulled on jeans, jackets, scarves and gloves for the scooter ride out to watch ol? red (a.k.a. Uluru) perform her daily sunrise show.
It was too crowded out on the viewing platform for us little ones to see much more than backpacks and beanies so we wandered further down the trail to get a better look-see. The old girl didn?t disappoint – she was in fine form. The morning sun took years off her complexion, smoothing those ancient wrinkles out like a good dose of Oil of Ulan.
After the sun rose, all the crowds vanished but the colours and contours continued to amaze. It was as if she had saved the best till last – just for us!
Eventually, we had to tear ourselves away from her glowing beauty due to a small but nevertheless, quite persistent voice in my head repeating, ?hot coffee, steaming hot coffee?.?We zoomed back to the visitor centre to line up for an overpriced cardboard cup of brownish-coloured warm water with fluff on top. We had just finished this gourmet delight when we ran into our underground church buddies again. They were off to do the base walk around the rock and suggested we join them.
This resulted in producing a short plump beetroot-faced dressed inappropriately in jeans trudging along a path around an enormous boulder in the steadily rising desert heat without a hat, sunblock, water bottle or even a fly-net.
It was a bleeping long way ? and just between you and me ? pretty darn awesome too! But I will never, ever be talked into attempting such a ridiculous feat ever again.
Watch this space?