There are a few sights in the world that can take your breath away and leave you speechless … Uluru in the Red Centre of the Australian outback, is one of those places. Whether your first glimpse, like mine, is from high above as the plane comes in to land, or maybe at sunrise on the distant horizon or perhaps from the back of a docile camel, you will very likely feel a strange sense of awe and incredulity at this enormous domed rock thrusting up out of one of this planet’s most inhospitable environments.

Uluru at sunrise from Kata Tjuka Australia

Uluru from Kata Tjuka

On the flight from Darwin via Alice Springs I’d been fretting about whether this iconic (yes, one of the few places that truly do justify the use of that word) place would disappoint.  For as long as I could remember, Ayers Rock, as many of us know it, had figured in my mind’s eye any time anyone mentioned ‘Australia’. It evoked wonder and intrigue but so had the Pyramids -and they were a big disappointment.  (If you’ve not been, be prepared for a tourist bun fight with a lot of hassle and the suburbs of Cairo nudging up cheek by jowl with the Sphinx …)  However, I was not to be disappointed; my first glimpse of it from the plane window, reassured me of its superb isolation.  Further acquaintance enabled me to get some idea why it is such a sacred site for the Aboriginal peoples who live nearby and why it has inspired countless visitors with its impressive grandeur.

Uluru aka Ayers Rock, Australia - by Zoe Dawes

At 5am the next morning I was having a welcome bacon buttie and coffee on a sandy hillock in the dark waiting for the sun to rise and get my first proper look at Uluru.  About 15 of us plus our guide on The Desert Awakenings Tour  huddled around our hot mugs and there was was a definite frisson of anticipation in spite of the chilly morning air. The only sounds were the murmur of sleepy conversation, the wind swishing through the grass and the quiet munching of early breakfast.  The whole world seemed suspended in time waiting, waiting, waiting …

Sunrise across the desert - Uluru Australia. By Zoe Dawes

Slowly a thin streak of reddy-orange appeared, the carpet of stars started to fade and the dark was gradually ushered away by the sun struggling  to break through the distant layer of haze along the base of the skyline.  We were transfixed by this simple, everyday event, cameras at the ready, when someone said “Look – it’s over there,” and we all turned round.  There, far away on the horizon, across scrubby flat desert, was the unmistakable outline of the sight we had all come to see.  It gradually came into focus like one of those old photos in a photographer’s dark room, beautifully delineated yet magically elusive.

Sunrise at Uluru, Australia - by Zoe Dawes

The sky morphed through a pastel palette of colour.  All thoughts seemed to disappear as I sat and watched it become more clearly defined and – simply breathtaking.  It’s really impossible to put into words what I felt during the time it took for the sun to rise fully and the Rock to be cleary visible in its reddish glory … but whatever it was, I suspect many others felt the same as hardly anyone said a word for a very long while.

Our guide then regaled us with fascinating stories relating to the Aboriginal Song Lines and the ancestors’ journey.  “As they travelled they formed the world as we know it, creating trees, rocks, caves, boulders, cracks, waterholes.  These features are the physical evidence that these events really did take place; they are the Tjukuritja.” From ‘Palya! Welcome to Anangu Land’.

Desert Awakenings - Uluru Photo by Zoe DawesThere was a final burst of photography, we tramped back down the little hill, through the red sand and prickly grass back to our 4WD transport.  The atmosphere had changed so much in just an hour. A few birds were clearing their throats and practising their dawn warble.  A quirky-looking pigeony-type bird wandered in behind us to peck up our leftovers.

Desert pigeon Uluru - by Zoe DawesSlightly disconcerting rustlings indicated the presence of … not sure what and wasn’t going off the path to find out.  The ttransition from the cool night air to the dry heat of that extremely hot sun was taking place as we walked. It was now about 7.30am and we were heading off towards Uluru to have a walk around and learn why this ancient monolith is venerated by the Aboriginal peoples of this region.

Over the next couple of days I was lucky enough to get really close to the rock, see it by sunrise from Kata Tjuta (The Olgas), at sunset at the exclusive Tali Wiru dining experience and very memorably in a light rain shower from the back of a feisty camel called Spinifex – but nothing compared to that first morning when, for a fleeting moment, all seemed right with the world and our place in it but an insignificant dot on the landscape in comparison to the vista before us …

Photographers Uluru sunrise

I stayed, courtesy of Tourism Northern Territory, at the Voyages Ayers Rock Resort, which is a reallya mini village.  It’s the only resort in the area, but fortunately there are a number of options to suit all budgets, from camping and hostel to self-catering and the 5 Star luxury of the Sails in the Desert Hotel where I was lucky enough to stay.  Just be warned – Bill Bryson and companion turned up without booking and there was no room at the resort – having driven all day from Alice Springs, they had to turn round and drive the 5 hour journey back and missed the Rock!

Neither words nor photographs can do justice to this place but I would encourage you, at least once in your life, to experience the natural wonder that is sunrise at Uluru