9th June 2012.
The long road ahead (or it may well be the long road behind, as they looked a lot like each other.)
We set out on the final leg of our journey to Yulara, 85 kilometres further west, where we would camp for the night.
Gathering wood for the fire.
Each afternoon, we would stop and gather wood for a campfire for that evening. There’s Megan at the top of the stairs passing up wood to Jason, to stow in the “wood box” on top of the bus. We must have just about finished, as the rest of us don’t seem to be exerting ourselves too much.
Yes, we’re really in the Red Centre.
First glimpse of Kata Tjuta/Olgas.
(1.16pm, from the bus window).
First glimpse of Uluru/Ayer’s Rock (the real one this time).
(1.23pm, from the bus window).
When we arrived at our camp at Yulara, there was a short walk to a lookout on a small rise, from where we could see both Uluru and Kata Tjuta.
What a thrill to finally see with my own eyes this sight, which had been familiar for almost all of my life, but which I had never, until now, experienced first-hand. It reminded me – in a way - of the first time I saw Buckingham Palace.
It was also a pleasure to be able to line up shots in the open air, at my leisure. In the bus, I had been squirming around like a corkscrew, trying to avoid smudges, spots and reflections on the windows, and large objects in the foreground like bushes or small trees which would suddenly shoot across and blur a long-awaited shot.
(1.51pm).
Here is Uluru again, with a bit more foreground this time.
(1.56pm).
Kata Tjuta
The name means “Many Heads”. There are actually 36 separate domes, but the Aboriginal language didn’t require a separate word for numbers above four or five. Now that’s my kind of maths.
(1.51pm).
Kata Tjuta (detail)
I love the contrast between the red sand of the foreground and the misty blues and purples of the rocks.
(1.54pm).
The long road ahead (or it may well be the long road behind, as they looked a lot like each other.)
We set out on the final leg of our journey to Yulara, 85 kilometres further west, where we would camp for the night.
Gathering wood for the fire.
Each afternoon, we would stop and gather wood for a campfire for that evening. There’s Megan at the top of the stairs passing up wood to Jason, to stow in the “wood box” on top of the bus. We must have just about finished, as the rest of us don’t seem to be exerting ourselves too much.
Yes, we’re really in the Red Centre.
First glimpse of Kata Tjuta/Olgas.
(1.16pm, from the bus window).
First glimpse of Uluru/Ayer’s Rock (the real one this time).
(1.23pm, from the bus window).
When we arrived at our camp at Yulara, there was a short walk to a lookout on a small rise, from where we could see both Uluru and Kata Tjuta.
What a thrill to finally see with my own eyes this sight, which had been familiar for almost all of my life, but which I had never, until now, experienced first-hand. It reminded me – in a way - of the first time I saw Buckingham Palace.
It was also a pleasure to be able to line up shots in the open air, at my leisure. In the bus, I had been squirming around like a corkscrew, trying to avoid smudges, spots and reflections on the windows, and large objects in the foreground like bushes or small trees which would suddenly shoot across and blur a long-awaited shot.
(1.51pm).
Here is Uluru again, with a bit more foreground this time.
(1.56pm).
Kata Tjuta
The name means “Many Heads”. There are actually 36 separate domes, but the Aboriginal language didn’t require a separate word for numbers above four or five. Now that’s my kind of maths.
(1.51pm).
Kata Tjuta (detail)
I love the contrast between the red sand of the foreground and the misty blues and purples of the rocks.
(1.54pm).
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