Uluru: A Twist of Beauty and New Dimension of Hell all of Its Own (Part 2)

     In the interest of trying to beat the heat we arose at 6:30AM. The sky was not much to look at, because the Sun was still hiding under its blanket of clouds.

     To avoid the hideousness of the toilets (common Australian for 'restrooms') I cleaned my face with a makeup wipe, groomed my brows, slapped on some mascara and sunscreen, gobbled down another one of my mom's yummy breakfast cookies (seriously, it's just a cookie with "filling" ingredients) and a banana, and then flashed it through the toilets to brush my teeth.
Fear ye not, Americans. I did not use toilet water to brush my teeth. Note in my before mentioned comment that 'toilets' is the common term for 'restrooms' here.

     A nice element to this lodge complex was a 'Camp Kitchen'. I popped in there to fill my water bottle only to find that the "cold" water was still very hot (okay, rather warm). Whatever, its hydration functions serve the same purpose, nonetheless. After arriving at the base of Kings Canyon we crowded the parking lot along with seven other tour buses. I was never more thankful for our little, rented, white Mitsubishi Lancer.

A gorgeous view along the Kings Canyon Rim hike.
All that red rock makes me happy!

     Red rocks EVERYWHERE! It was so beautiful! So began our journey. By this point all five of us (My dad, Karly, Millie, Madeline, and me) had become all too familiar with the prosperity of the Diptera.      Unlike the common housefly in the U.S., out here the don't stay away when you wave or swat them away, they come back. You wave, they fly off, and come back, wave, come back, wave, come back, etc., etc. At any given moment I may have had five or six on my back. They fly into your eyes, nose, ears, whatever. They don't care.

Kings Canyon

     Dad was carrying a pack with all the water bottles and every time he took it off to let us all have a break, without fail, there were about 17 flies swarming all over it. Let's put it like this: American flies are smarter than Australian flies. You may ask if by this observation am I also assuming American humans are smarter their Australian comrades? Of course not, but my little siblings are dying to have their American classrooms and teachers back.

Look one way it's the tortoise, the other way it's the hare. Get it?

     After walking by a couple tour groups, a tortoise and a hare, and the Garden of Eden (so it was named) gazing at some cute little tadpoles, we finally came round and completed the trail in just under three hours. It was the perfect temperature for a hike, the sky stay a healthy overcast with a warm breeze the entire day!
     We took a lunch break and were then on our jolly way back to Uluru.

     My favorite part was the Visitor's Center. Had I not walk through there I would not have gotten a wonderful glance into the looking glass of Anangu Aboriginee culture and how Uluru is so sacred to them.
     There were even parts of the trail that they did not want tourists to photograph. Places that were sacred 'men's' or 'women's' sites for certain rituals and ceremonies that are still performed by those people today.

I just thought that these were neat looking cavities in Uluru.
I personally thought this one kind of looked like
the profile of Darth Vadar.

     I came to understand it in this way: How would I feel if someone just waltzed into an LDS temple, all the way up to the celestial and sealing rooms and started snapping pictures? I'd feel pretty bad, because something that I viewed to sacredly and had such beautiful meaning to me was being mistreated by someone who didn't understand. Uluru is the Anangu Aboriginee's temple. I don't need to be fluent in their culture to respect something they hold sacred.

Just some neat markings on the side of Uluru.

     Unfortunately, not everyone took that request of the Anangu to heart. A trio of summer crazy Asians snapped some photos right in front of an area that had requested no such treatment. I didn't know if they didn't care or just didn't read. Either way, they ignored the plea for respect. It made me sad.

     Then it was time to make the exhilarating drive back to Yulara. 350 kilometers and there's only one turn in the entire route...so exciting! Basically, we were driving down a large, vast stretch of desert with nothing much to look at. Maddie, our camerawoman, was taking pictures and video (mostly video) anyway.
     When we checked into our next hotel we were relieved to see that it was a step UP from the last "resort" we'd been in the night previous. The lodge had it's own little, cozy kitchen set up. Complete with a sink, kitchen utensils, knives, forks, spoons, plates, and mugs! There was even a toaster!! Score!

     I still think Karly's favorite part was that there were no gaps under the door! It slid shut and sealed all around! Such a blessing, so we were more content with still having to share a public toilet/shower facility with the entire complex.

     We stopped by the IGA (Independent Grocers of Australia - in case you were curious) and picked out a few things for dinner. A cucumber, a basket of cherry tomatoes, a hot roasted and ready chicken, and a box of chocolate biscoff cookies. It was not a king's dinner, but very satisfying having something warm to eat for the first time in a couple days.

    After dinner I started into a book Karly had finished reading, and knowing the author was a familiar face of comedy I thought, "Why not?"

"Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (and other concerns)" by Mindy Kaling. Tina Fey's little sister that you just have to meet. So funny! I couldn't put it down!

I ended the day on a good note.

Cheers,

Jess