I would like to acknowledge the traditional owners of this land upon which these photos were taken, that of the Anangu people. I would also like to pay my respects to those past and present.
The 'Red Centre' of Australia is, in my opinion, one of the most underrated places in this country. People frequently hop on planes to Cairns, Melbourne or Perth but rarely do I see Australians travelling to Uluru. Maybe it's because I hang around hardcore city dwellers.
Uluru (or Ayers Rock) is situated in the Northern Territory away from the chaotic screams of the major cities. I previously never got the hype of the big red rock until I laid my own eyes on it - indeed it was awe-inspiring ... majestic. Probably the least commercial place I have ever been to, everything there oozes a quiet spirituality. At home, I would have never hesitated to suffocate the nearest creepy crawly with my deodorant. But here, I do not dare to kill a fly (although they are a pain in the backside when they swarm around your eyeballs).
On top of that, the stars seemed to have aligned on this trip - Valentines Day, Chinese Valentines day, full moon on the lunar calendar and sensational weather. Coincidence or fate? Either way, we were very blessed.
The Indigenous Australians believe in sustainable living, in other words, surviving off the land for food, water and shelter. According to their traditional stories (the Mala story in particular), every crevice, cave and waterhole which make up Uluru was created for a reason. Every game they kill, plant they pick and seeds they sow serve a particular purpose. Because of this cultural relevance, my fellow travelers and I had to be extra careful about where we tread, what we collect and even the whereabouts to take our shameless selfies.