Rock and roll

Uluru looms orange on the horizon and rises to 348 metres. The awe inspiring humped silhouette belies it's granular features, the stratification, cracks, and crevices revealed face to face.

We rode around the base of the Rock while I snapped photos from the  back of the bike. I got Rock fatigue within about 5 minutes, but feigned interest and kept snapping regardless. When in Rome act like a tourist.
The god of fuel was not on our side and stymied our secondary goal of Kata Tjuta/The Olgas. We reached the dunes viewing platform for the obligatory cheap tourist photo before the gusty wind, searing heat, and fucking flies sent us on our way.Helmets are a great deterrent for the special desert flies-on-the-face tragi-comic show. I gave the flies the metaphorical big finger each time I retreated back inside the helmet no-flies-zone.

We made it back to the airconned comforts of the hotel room by lunch time and that was Uluru for us.