Friday– I was careful to start later in the morning as a means to recoup energy lost during the previous day, and to give my feet the best chance before taking them off for more walking. I had the chance to wash and dry a week’s load of dirty clothes giving me more to wear again. I used time to read all the available brochures and check the internet for more information about where I was to be sure I would not miss some marvellous opportunity, I familiarised myself with all the buildings and facets of my Hotel complex, and I made new bus bookings for more journeys to Uluru and Kata Tjuta. It was a comparatively relaxing time getting ‘my house in order’. Meanwhile Betty had gone off to Uluru for her own discoveries.
Then I was back on the bus headed south again. I am always surprised in buses when people do not look out to see the world they are passing by; that bent neck and the fingers on mobiles is usually the reason.
I was surprised to see Uluru differently; how riding on the bus gave me a perspective additional to that I had when walking around Uluru. Eventually the Hop On Hop Off bus reached the Mala carpark, the last stop on its around-the-rock route.