Coach to Uluru

April 8, 1998 (Wednesday)

The Road to Uluru

The bus ride to Uluru was comfortable. There weren't too many people on board, so there were plenty of empty seats. Unfortunately, the driver was extremely talkative, and he had an encyclopaedic knowledge (or even more detailed) of the areas we went through. He talked during roughly half of the five hour trip. Fortunately, I'd brought my CD walkman, so I was able to tune him out when it got ridiculously boring.

The Swiss guy from the Ghan, Michael, was also on this bus, and we exchanged travel stories and e-mail addresses.