Once named Ayers Rock, now named Uluru, it’s a magnetic place that defies description. Why do people travel to the middle of Australia to a barren desert to see a big rock?

Maybe the color of the orange-red sand complimenting the deep blue sky is visually stimulating, but there is something else that pulled us here.

The few aboriginal people we met were incredibly interesting, as if they were from a different century. They told us incredible stories about the rock, none of which made a bit of sense. 🙂 My indigenous teacher, Alice, explained that they aren’t supposed to tell the whole story, just their part. (as if that made any sense either). Still, it was interesting to listen to her talk.

Walking the 10k around Uluru was the most satisfying part of our journey to the Red Center. The rock offers continuous surprises, amazing views (some of which photos are forbidden), and a spiritual trek through time.







1 Comment

  1. Jean Burman on July 13, 2012 at 6:09 am

    I guess Alice is right in a way… we can only each tell our own story. The stories that surround this rock stretch out across the millennia so I guess one small contribution goes toward the telling of the the greater story. Uluru will always be etched in the Australian psyche for its part played in the disappearance of baby Azaria Chamberlain which was a very sad chapter for that family… and for the nation as a whole. The rock is reportedly beautiful in the rainy season as well… with waterfalls streaming from it. So great to see and hear your take on my country my home 🙂