Alice Springs and Uluru was an unreal experience.

We woke up at 4.30am every morning, after sleeping in our swags under the stars, to walk around terrain unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:

The politics of it is so interesting but it’s late so I’ll have to leave it for another time. But I love how our awesomely rough guide put it: “So many tourists come here to ‘enjoy’ the culture and are then like ‘f*ck you’ [to the wishes of the Anangu people]”

Max and I had a dream time travelling together: share reading, avoiding flies and lots of talking and laughing <3. We then headed back to Max’s home town Wellington for pure relaxation - books, good food, great coffee, scrabble, art, family and friends – before hitting the craziness of Auckland, which explains why it has taken me so long to update this. Funnily I’m just back from spending Easter in Welly – maybe I’ll blog about that in a few months time.