Americans believe, with encouragement from Bill Bryson’s hilarious travelogue In a Sunburned Country, that Australia is crawling with venomous wildlife anxious to kill the unwary tourist. So Tom and I were feeling a bit uncertain about our visit to Uluru. In the end the only wildlife we saw there were geckos and flies. Many, many, many flies. My number one travel tip to this place: if you’re too cool to wear a mesh net over your head, don’t go.
And yet, it was a magical place. There’s no mystery about why it’s a central player in the creation myths of the aboriginal tribes of the area.
The pictures speak for themselves:
Sunrise over Uluru
A sunrise rainbow. It was raining up there but no water hit the ground.
Taka Tjuta. There are many of these red rock outcroppings in the area.
Uluru Sunset
Taka Tjuta sunset
I'm not posting any pictures of the flies.