For those of you
not in the know about internationally famous spiritual monoliths, Uluru (or
it’s post-colonial name, Ayers Rock) is one of the world’s largest naturally
formed monoliths. It holds great value for the indigenous native people of the
region.
The sights and
natural beauty we have encountered along this journey has been truly
remarkable. I could never pin point the most beautiful sight. Was it the
sunrise over Ayers rock? The helicopter trip over the Great Barrier Reef? Or
maybe it is the jealous face you are pulling as you realize I’m basically just
bragging now and you will never experience a life of adventure quite like mine.
Who can say which is the most spectacular?
In all
seriousness though, I cannot describe the happiness and gratitude I have for
being given the opportunity to live a life of travel and adventure.
My dad decided
to stop blogging after our family history tour of Eastern Europe, and I see his
reasoning now. There is a certain sense of humility that I really, really fail to
portray when I post tales of our extravagant adventures.
As you can
probably tell, most of my posts are humorous, which undercuts the arrogance of
the whole journey a bit. But I do want to take a step back and express my
gratitude to my family for affording me this luxury. I hope you can live
somewhat vicariously through my posts. And if not, well, I truly send my
deepest apologies (I am typing that in a tone that is only partially
sarcastic).
With love from
Uluru, Australia,
Rivi
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