When the sun sets at the Uluru, your heart skips a beat. — Photos: WEE HON KOO
One cold, crisp morning at Alice Springs in Australia’s Northern Territory, we found ourselves standing outside our hostel waiting for our tour to Uluru, Kata Tjuta and Kings Canyon.
A bus with a trailer arrives and a tall and sprightly “Sheila” wearing shorts, a shirt, boots and bush hat popped out, introduced herself as Nicole and packed us into the bus.
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