Uluru is Many Places I’ve Been Before

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Uluru walking path

Walking along the path around Uluru as the sun rises.

The sun was just starting to peak out around the reddish rock. I pulled down the brim of my baseball cap to shade my eyes as rays of light shot out of the clouds and onto my path. The path around the base of Uluru was nearly empty in this section. Not many tourists venture out around the perimeter when visiting Uluru; instead they seemed to stay to the main points of interest and then get in their car and drive to the next one. But my Longitude 131 guide, Mark, suggested I go for a walk and get a better ‘feel’ for Uluru.

Uluru is Australia’s most sacred site for the aboriginal people called Anangu.  Believed to have been formed by the activities of ancestral beings in creation time (aka Dreamtime), Uluru includes caves, waterholes, and ancient rock paintings. The traditional name for the sandstone rock, Ayers Rock was the name given by European explorers, however it is now referred to as it Anangu name, Uluru.   After hearing Mark’s countless stories about Uluru and how the Anangu people used the rock to tell stories of their creation, I did long for a connection to this sacred place, and getting out to walk in more seclusion was just what I needed to process it all.

However instead of more of a connection to Uluru, I found my mind wandering as I walked along the path with the giant red monolith to my left and flat desert to my right. I had a lucidity that I normally only get when I run. As I looked at the landscape, absorbed the colors, inspected the trees, and processed the Anangu stories Mark told me, I found myself transported to many places I had been before in the world.

After 8 years of circumnavigating the globe, my view of the world is like a patchwork quilt – stitched together memories of places, feelings, landmarks, people, colors, and countries. They all sort of blend together after a while and remind me of each other. It’s rare that a place feels really new or different to me any longer – and that’s the downside of traveling for 8 years. Yet in some ways that’s what keeps me going – trying to find those new, unique places that aren’t like anything I have experienced before.

Often our brains make sense of new things by comparing them to past memories. This morning, I was not really taking a walk around Uluru, I was taking a walk through my quilt of memories. Every corner I would go around, every place I would look I had a familiar feeling transporting me to another place on the globe I had been before.

Uluru wasn’t Uluru, it was the Sique of Petra with its wind eroded walls carving tunnels that looked like petrified waves. The red monolith made of sandstone had the same strange ‘other-worldly’ feel as the limestone formations in Cappadocia in Turkey, yet in reddish rock instead of white. When I first set eyes on Uluru, I felt the same sense of awe and greatness as when I laid eyes on the Grand Canyon for the first time. The Anangu stories of creation reminded me of the mythology of Hawaii and its ancient volcano characters. The nomadic culture of the Anangu reminded me of the nomads of Mongolia where traditions rule and family units work as one. And finally, the trees and changing colors of Uluru transported me back to the colorful gorges of Oman with it’s oasis of green trees.

Uluru and Petra

Uluru caves

Uluru’s wind tunnels and caves were meeting spots for the Anangnu

Petra Sique

The Sique of Petra. Also hollowed out by wind.

Uluru and Cappadocia

Uluru monolith

The red rock formation is other worldly.

Cappadocia landscape

Cappadocia’s white limestone formations

Uluru and the Grand Canyon

uluru sunrise

A jaw dropping sunrise at Uluru

Grand Canyon

In awe of the Grand Canyon

Uluru Dreamtime Stories and Hawaii Mythology

Mutitjulu water hole uluru

Mutitjulu water hole the origin of many of the dreamtime stories

Big Island Volcano

An active volcano (the Gods are angry) on the Big Island of Hawaii


 Uluru Anangu Family Circles and Mongolian Nomads

Uluru drawings

Caves at Uluru have stories of nomadic family groups moving together carved into the rock

Mongolia nomads

A nomadic family moves their home in Mongolia


 Uluru and Oman

Uluru trees

Green trees against the red backdrop of Uluru

HIking Oman

Hiking in the gorges of Oman among green trees


Memories are how we make sense of a place, but each place is it’s own.


During your travels have you experienced places that remind you of others?  Please share in the comments!


Disclosure:  I was a guest of the Tourism NT during my time in the Northern Territory of Australia.  However all the opinions expressed her are solely my own!

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