During various travels to Australia I have visited the heart of Central Australia, the sacred site of Uluru, also know as Ayer’s Rock. Since my first visit I have been ‘enchanted’ by it’s mystical powers. How could I not be. When I arrived for the first time in 1987, all alone in a borrowed car, it started to drizzle. Tourists were running back to their buses and I found myself practically alone on my walk around the base. While the rains were getting stronger, the Rock became darker and more and more amazing. Waterfalls were forming and here and there I could find shelter in some of the, in those days still not fenced caves to open my cameras and switch films.
Here is a selection of what I saw on that four hour walk.
Six years later I went back for another four months visit to the Northern Territory. This time I saw ‘The Rock’ the way people normally see it. Which is not less impressive!