The end of this part of the trip was preannounced from the immense figure of the Ayers Rock, I didn't imagine in fact that
was so big (9 Km of circumference for 348 mt of height).
Roger left us in the camping near Uluru (the aboriginal name of Ayers Rock), we would have to wait for a pair of hours
for the arrival of the new group to which I would be admitted for 3 days.
After a fast shower (I had necessity after 2 days passed in the dust), we met the new guide Mick and the new companions of trip (we passed from 8 to 22 persons).
After a lunch to base of sandwich we directed toward the Olgas (Kata Tjuta) to make a walk in the middle of the throats of this strange rocky formation.
In this occasion I had the opportunity to know one of the biggest fears of the Australians: the sun; when
we had to be gone down by the bus, also to do a brief walk all the persons they sprinkled of cream solar protection 15 (all the
bus had a big can of it), it seems in fact that above Australia the hole of the ozone is particularly accented and that the percentage of the tumors to the skin is
quite the biggest in the world.
At 6 pm we were prepared to assist to the sunset on the red rock, for the one that
don't know it, the Uluru has particularity to change tone of red according to the light that he refracts on
the rock,
I was ready with my camera so while the other friends toasted with the sparkling wine I
shoot about 30 pictures, the American girls near to me thought I was a little bit crazy to
take all those pictures to a rock.
The evening after dinner we are gathered there in front of the fire (not to heat us, that from those parts it is very warm also the night) and we tried an aboriginal musical tool: the
Dijerido,
a long (80-100 cm) emptied branch; to play it is necessary supporting the mouth to an
extremity and to make go out the air with a strange movement of the lips; to the end after
some attempts we have succeeded all to utter some sound.
The following morning after the usual wake up at 4.30 o'clock we returned to the
Uluru, it was a matter of choosing between the scaling to the mountain
(it's very binding, in the first line is necessary straight to grab on to a chain) or the turn
around to the base.
With others 3 boys we opted for the turn, this because the aborigines consider the Uluru a sacred mountain and therefore they ask to not climb it. After having unloaded the climbers we went to assist to the sun rising, to say truth I have found him less exciting than the sunset considering that the part of the rock that admires is less photogenic of the other.
Following the path that races around the mountain, varied caves and sacred places can be observed; I remained engraved particularly by an immense cave that remembers the open mouth of a shark. Some points have a particular meaning for the aborigines and the poster they ask to not go off photo.
We walked with the disagreeable company of the flies, some persons brought some hats straight with the retina that subsequently I would have repented to not have bought.
