Now for those of you who really enjoyed flying high, the next one might be a real let down, but it has a special appeal, because this is the way it really happened for me..so if you can drag your imaginations back to reality again...

Before we move on, I'll tell you about a mistake I made when I was eagerly scanning the horizon for the first sight of Uluru... We were driving along and a large, flat-topped,  mountain-like something began to appear.  Could it be Ayers Rock already?  I didn't think so, but what else could it be?  Out with the map, and eventually I concluded that it must be the mesa, Mt Conner, but it had me going there for a while.   Looking for signs of that red heart of Australia kept me busy for most of the trip, even though I knew we wouldn't be able to see it until near the end.  The suspense was killing me!