We arrived at Ayers Rock in the morning. The rock was open and so it was possible to climb it. I was slightly reticent to climb the rock since it is a sacred place for the aboriginals. But after few chats around with locals including aboriginals I was told by one of them that the disgrace is when somebody dies climbing not the climb itself. I understand why people die climbing the rock: the climb is not impossible and you definitely do not need to be an expert climber to get to the top.
But you definitely need to be fit and agile. I saw people of approximately the age of my grandmother almost fainting under the sun while attempting to overcome a very difficult passage. To cut the story short I managed after approx 50 minutes to reach the top of the rock. Its height is actually 886 metres above the sea level. Not too bad. The sun was shining and the view from the top was great. You can actually see the desert in all its splendour, and many other mountains in the far end of it. After relaxing and few pictures, I started going back (sometimes even harder than climbing). After a couple of hours and with pain in my legs and feet, I was back to the van and then back to the camp. Quick shower before admiring the sunset. Honestly the sunset was ok, nothing special because spoiled by at least three hundred of tourists hungry of pictures.
The night was spent back at the campsite with lots of wine and good cold beer.
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