Uluru/Ayer's Rock

We have escaped Perth! It was a sad day, but traveling is just that, so we said our goodbyes and headed off to Perth airport for a bumpy flight to Alice Springs (right in the middle of the Oz).

Activities of late include socialising, mainly. There isn't much to do else in Perth. Mike and I reveled in a petrolhead ubermacho drag racing weekend last week and since then I have done v little.

Ayer's rock (or Uluru as it is now known, since it was handed back to the aborigines) is a big rock in the middle of pretty much nowhere. We have stopped halfway between the East and West coasts just to see it. We then drove 1100kms to get to and from it, and stayed just one night. A lot of effort for a big stone, but it is rather symbolic of Oz according to many! There are a lot of other travelers here doing the same thing. It was quite pretty this morning anyway. And there's a 200k stretch of unlimited highway so anyone who knows me will understand that I was a happy camper (haha!... sorry).

Of all events in this particular middle of nowhere, we have a Ministry of Sound night tonight, our first Friday out since I can remember. (Today I bought some anti-hangover Lynx too, so I can safely party with no fear!)

And then tomorrow we fly to Cairns to start the East coast adventure! Moving down to Melbourne 'til I leave Oz on 9th March.

As you can tell this entry is a bit of a gap filler. Plus, it's hard to write about many things I cannot actually remember... *belch*

More interesting are prolly the photos (esp. for the blokes - sorry Bing I know what I said! ;) so go check them.

Bye bye