Uluru Another day that begins before the sun is even thinking about rising: another tour bus, another group of temporary friends. The tour leader this time is a fifty-year old named Lewis who meets me at the entrance to Toddy’s with a cheerful and amused expression. On board the twenty-five seater bus, I discover that there will only be six of us taking the tour, with an additional four to be picked up from Uluru itself. Spread yourselves out boys, this one’s gonna be roomy. I introduce myself to my fellows: this is a markedly older crew than any of the others: Laura and John, retired Ozzies in their mid-sixties, Patrick and Stephanie, in their late-fifties from Lyon, Nat, English chap from Melbourne in his early forties. That’s the lot! Eventually we are joined by Josie
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