Our Welcome to Country
After 36 hours of traveling (three planes and lots of layovers) we have arrived at Uluru. The tiny Ayers Rock airport was the last vestige of air conditioning before stepping out into the 98 degree heat. The stillness of the landscape is juxtaposed with a palpable vitality and living history, and our first stop from the airport was Anangu homelands of Uncle Bob Randall and his family. Driving along the red track Uncle Bob was telling us the hopes and dreams for his family's land. "The marker starts here, and then goes for as far as your eye can see." We then arrive at the spot where I learned how to cook a kangaroo tail three years ago, and now they've added to toilets and a little shelter for Grandmother Barbara to use when she comes out to teach. Johnny, Uncle Bob's son, has been clearing insidious non-native grass and the place looks amazing. This is the spot where hopefully more groups will have the chance to experience the Anangu stori...
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