OK, here are quite a few pics of Uluru and the surrounding area.
Oh, and I've gone back and fixed most of the photos and added a lot more, including Chicago. Do go and take a look.
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Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
I don't think it should ever have been allowed for people to climb it. The Aborigines consider it very sacred and climbing it makes the gods angry. People have fallen and some have died from climbing.
There are these signs, very politely reminding whitey that the rock is a big deal in Aboriginal culture and that quite a few people have died climbing it, so if you could, like, not climb it, then that would be much appreciated...
Anyhoo, I was stunned by the beauty of the wild flowers that grow out there. Wasn't expecting it at all.
I had a great BBQ on my final night in the desert, scoffing croc, kangaroo and ostrich amongst other things. I slept like a log in the silence and with a full belly.
Next day I dropped off the car at the little airport and caught a flight to Cairns, where my little bro would meet me. He had been working in Port Douglas for 2 months already with a mutual friend of ours called Dave, and it was in their campsite that I would blag a stay for a week.
Here is Dave, sorting a tent for me.
It was basically a big piss up for a week. The weather was stunning, the lads' friends they'd made since they got there were cool and a great time was had by all.
Here we all all are in the Cactus, where Bill (bleached hair-tit!) worked.
Here I am 'relaxing' in my tent. Best not to ask about the facial hair...
We took a boat out for a spot of fishing. The woman who hired the boat sounded a note of caution when she saw the case of beer, but we reassured her that we'd be fine.
Hey, with Captain Nick a
You've got a knack with the ole' pictomachine matey.
