Spiritual Uluru

Woke at 5am to what sounded like the rattle of rain on the metal hostel roof, but when I went outside, discovered it was giant palm fronds brushing the roof in the wind. Saw the orangey yellow sky as the sun rose, then the gray rain clouds moved in. Passed a camel farm, on the bus on my way to Uluru, sacred land of the Aborigines, renamed Ayers Rock by some white guy named Ayers, then renamed Uluru back again, in respect to the Aboriginal...

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