It's September and my sister is about to celebrate her 70th birthday. And so... we are off to Uluru. That mysterious red rock in the Centre of Australia. Just for a few days. I have been before - in my youth when we travelled by bus and stayed in tents. I climber i then - it was still sallowed then and we were completely ignorant of its importance to the Indigenous People. But we are old ladies now, so we are flying in and staying at a luxurious by comparison hotel.
And so, we take the train to the Airport and within a few hours we have landed at Yulara, the tiny town that sits quietly by "The Rock".