We also discovered that we had arrived the day
before some bloke called Will was turning up
with his wife Kate and the place was crawling
with cops and media. Having got the obligatory
photo of Mo and the Big Rock, we escaped
before the circus truly geared up.
If I sound rather blasé about Australia’s most
iconic landmark, it is because I have visited
twice in the past – before it became a tourist
trap, exploiting the unwary. Back then it was
magical, now it was just tiresome which is a real
shame. But don’t get me wrong – I have a very
soft spot in my heart for the Northern Territory –
it was the reason I became a pilot.