The story is always the same, when a friend comes back from a visit to Uluru, the “crown jewel” in Australia’s red centre. Yes, they’d seen the pictures of the sun rising behind the majestic red rock before visiting. Yes, they’d wondered what on earth could be so incredible about a rock in the middle of a dusty red desert. Then they saw it for themselves and, well, suddenly they got it.
If you’re wondering what it is exactly, clearly you haven’t driven through the sunburnt heart of Australia only to be told that almighty red rock you’ve just exclaimed at isn’t Uluru, but Fooluru, the rather small doppelganger travellers often mistake for the famous monolith itself when driving along the dusty track from nearby Alice Springs.
