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Beyond Bogota

One big rock

April 23, 2016

Our blogger friend Ruby has agreed to share with us some of her other travel adventures, well Beyond Bogota. If you haven’t read her experiences in Colombia, you might want to start here.

Being in Alice Springs meant I was close to Uluru, Ayres rock.  But in Australia something being known as close doesn’t always add up to my own definition of the word. It didn’t here as the scenic route I set out on via my bicycle added an extra 900 kilometres to my journey, really close. Prior to arriving to Uluru I thought of it as a touristy trap dressed up like the Emperor’s new clothes or lack of them. One whereby people probably say it’s amazing when really it’s just a big rock that changes colour in differing light, similar to most rocks.  These thoughts filled my head as I cycled through the grueling heat of the outback to get there. At times cycling on the corrugated sandy roads in the burning sun I questioned my own sanity as normally I try to avoid these touristy places. I arrived to the entrance of the iconic Australian attraction shattered, dirty and in need of a proper sleep after wild camping in only a sleeping bag. Just before sunrise I paid the admittance fee. As the sun rose I urged the magic of the aboriginal heritage site to come to life. But the magic didn’t come. It was too deeply hidden behind the hundreds of other tourists that had arrived in buses that filled the parking lot. It felt like I had just cycled to see the business of nature instead of witnessing the beauty of it. But twenty minutes later the scene changed. After the sun had graced the horizon, most the visitors departed back to their buses and out of the National park. For me this was when Uluru’s magnificence shone through. It may just be a rock that changes colour in the sun, but I was starting to become captivated. It has a powerful presence sat surrounded amongst the fragility of life. The harsh desert wind’s send leaves, grass, shrubs, birds, flies and even me at points in whatever direction it pleases, but Uluru always holds firm.  The plants and wildlife are battling harsh conditions and often don’t live for more than 50 years, yet Uluru has stood much the same for millions of years. It is hard to fully comprehend this amount of time, but mesmerised by the rock I started getting an idea. Later in the day with the sun setting over Uluru, casting new shades of red and orange to the surface, I felt the power of the aboriginal lands. Uluru showed me that travelling has never been about just seeing the world for me but seeing my place within it. Sat in front of the rock I felt more relaxed than ever, I realise how beautifully small and insignificant I am within this world. There therefore isn’t any point in ever worrying as most likely it doesn’t matter anyway,  Uluru was really starting to feel like a magical place I had so hoped for.

Ruby is this week’s guest writer, for more of her story you can check out her website. To find out more about biking in Colombia, you can look through our information pages. If you have any information about her bike please get in touch. If you want to share your story write to us at Angloinfo Bogota.

by AI_Bogota. Find out more about AI_Bogota here.