Uluṟu

En route to Uluru (formerly known as Ayers Rock), we dropped by Curtin Springs gas station where we picked up a bottle of 'Fucking Good Port'. Advertised as something that "makes rabbits bite pitbulls, bluntens barbed wire, and prolongs premature ejaculation", we felt this was a non-negotiable investment.

Uluru was the last stop on our outback circuit. We got up at 4:30am to walk around the base at sunrise, visited nearby Kata Tjuta (Mount Olga), and in the evening went back to Uluru for a sunset viewing. All in all, a very long day... but not quite over yet. We capped it off with a special surprise for Chelsea.

By some freak alignment of the stars, we were the only ones on the southern viewing platform that day, making it the perfect time for Dan to pop the question. It was clearly a successful surprise, because Chelsea didn't see the hints and constantly interrupted his preamble speech. She then forgot that she actually needed to answer. And finally proceeded to launch the car keys through a gap between the boardwalk planks (not clear why or how). So after the photoshoot, Dan had to crawl around on his knees sticking his arm into the dirt in full darkness so that we weren't trapped in the desert overnight. We toasted with the Fucking Good Port, until Chelsea also managed to smash the bottle right behind the ute’s tyres in the campsite. She was clearly in a slightly chaotic emotional space. Overall review: 10/10 seamless engagement.

Took Socrates (our questionable 4WD rental) back to Alice Springs, and jumped on the Greyhound for a long overnight trip up to Darwin. Better quality ring photos to follow.Okumaya devam et