You must get up; early if you want to hike the world’s most
famous rock, Uluru, as the aborigines call it,
or Ayer’s Rock, as the English named it.
They close the hike at 8am due to the heat and it is a half an hour from
the penal colony (I mean the resort).
Though no one lives near it and it is in an Australian national part,
the local aborigines claim for their own and discourage people from hiking
it. As a result, few appear to do so-
And, though not long, it is an arduous hike and so only the
most fit attempt it-
As so many of the hikers this day were Japanese, I would
guess the Aboriginal word- or at least its guilt trip- has not traveled as far
as Japan. It is not a long hike- only
about 1200’ vertical- and it only took me 45 minutes to get to the top, but it
is pretty steep and I had to pass half of Tokyo clinging to the chains on the
way up. While steep, I did not think it
particularly exposed or dangerous (not to compare to the Dolomites). At the top-
On the descent-
Pictures hardly do it justice, but is quite the unique
place- this huge red rock with incredible texture in the middle of a vast
desert plain-
There is a trail at the base that circumnavigates the rock and I walked part of that-
And then I drove around the rest-
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