Archive for May, 2026



Just another day staying home. A mid morning mass, a quick trip to the supermarket, an hour in the kitchen before claiming a spot in the couch to check out world news or my fav podcasts. Before long, I’m on the phone or social media touching base with family and friends or busy with my journals. The MO somehow shifts when I’m shuttled to my other living quarters further southwest of the city. My kin lives in 3 separate homes only 2 kilometers away from each other. That means I can actually walk from one home to the next without breaking a sweat. Like having breakfast in one house, moving to another for lunch and then heading to yet another for supper. And the route is quite interesting as it passes 2 parks where rows of maple trees line the roads. Saw them leaves turning from green to red to brown, till gone.

Autumn fading into early winter.

Life in the suburbs mean more get-togethers with family and long time friends. More playtime with the family pets too which include dogs and guinea pigs. Laundry includes open-air drying whenever the sun’s out and cooking for more than a single household. Lemons, oranges and calamansi picked from the trees in the backyard and the kitchen forever busy with someone baking, cooking or making jam or marmalade. Life may be simpler but it doesn’t necessarily mean quieter. The dogs never get tired of playtime and the kitchen sink is always filled with pots and pans to wash. Between my sister and I, we always have something to talk about and some stories begging to be retold. Papa and Mama gave us many childhood memories to amuse us no end and somehow, the laughter that accompanies each repeated story is always on cue.

No, we never settle for just one or 2 desserts.

Interestingly, I’ve been sleeping way earlier than my usual zzzzz hours here. And longer too. Sure I miss my bed back home but city sounds even at night are absent here in the OZ suburbs. So it’s nice and quiet. My sister says my improved zzzz’s could be because I get the sun regularly here when I walk between houses, or when I hang laundry on the backyard clothesline. Maybe. Walking is so pleasant at low temps and I don’t mind carrying groceries from the nearby supermarket wearing my favorite hooded sweatshirts. Plus there’s the dog begging for a walk to the park.

Ibises, which they call bin birds as they’re often found rummaging through trash.

Slower rhythms. Just doing mundane things sans distractions. Finding time to listen to a grandson playing a new piece on the piano, or teaching a 10-year old how to make a pseudo pizza using Lebanese bread as crust. My sister and I even relish those trips to Costco to buy our household supplies and eat those Au$2 hotdogs with soda. Not much to do yet time swiftly passes as we’ve somehow adopted a routine that seems to work for everyone. My wardrobe has been limited to 5 sets outside of 2 party wear, which I love. Amazing how liberating it is when we can do with much less. When I ask my grandson what he wants me to cook, his choices are invariably sinigang, adobo or fried chicken. Can it get simpler than that?

Is a dog’s life way simpler?

The past months, I’ve had very meaningful conversations with my sister, nephews and nieces. Even with the grandkids. Family is a very integral part of our life and I’m happy we’re able to spend precious time together. Not just to reminisce happy times in the past, but share what’s important to each of us. In so doing, we rediscover ourselves and appreciate life so much better. Without the material attachments, and with complete regard for how unique each one of us is. We remember our departed loved ones with so much fondness and wonder how the younger members of our family would remember us many years from now. Which shared moments would they remember? What lines or stories would they repeat with much amusement? As my sister’s dementia creeps in, I notice how some funny episodes in our childhood continue to draw laughter from her. Like there’s a couple of stories she would repeat at least thrice each time we’re together that result in exactly the same reaction. These are the moments that made a mark. The moments deeply etched in memories. There’s no saying which ones will be remembered. But that is not to say we cannot create more for the younger ones to remember long after we’re gone. Having said that, won’t you agree we’ve got work to do? I’m sure each of us would like to be remembered a certain way, so yeah, let’s get on with it.


I know. It’s an old nursery rhyme but quite recently, an adaptation was made with an outback twist. Now a popular Australian children’s song (by the Cheeky Monkey Club), the song lyrics include Uluru and didgeroo. To see this massive rock monument, we rented a car to be more flexible with our timings and itinerary and also because the shuttle bus passes are actually quite pricey. We figured the cost for a 3 day pass for us three approximates the cost of car rental for the duration of our entire stay in Yulara. So there. No brainer. We can now go whatever time we may find convenient though we’ve decided not to explore after dark. After all, our itinerary is very very limited and “loose”. We’d be quite happy with the 10.6 kilometer base walk around the Red Rock, a sunrise and sunset view, a visit to an aboriginal art gallery and the “guided” stargazing at night. Outside of those, we’re prepared to be surprised.

Best to rent a car to navigate the Uluru-Kata Tjuta Park

For the base walk around the sacred rock, we opted for the ranger-guided base walk for the first 2 kilometers. Started at 10am, ended around 11:30am. Confidence to “diy” the rest of the walk was boosted as there were other walkers and the overcast sky meant tolerable temps without much risk of getting dehydrated or burned. The base walk is flat with the sacred monolith always in full view. Some areas are sacred and photography is not allowed. Midway, there are kiosks or resting area and toilets. Not much wildlife in the area as it’s clearly a desert that can actually seem boring. While walking, Spotify can be your best friend. But I’m glad I’m walking with my niece and college friend whom I rarely see so there’s much to chat about and catch up on.

From the Mala Car Park towards the base walk .

Circling the red rock the next 3 hours can seem “monotonous” but it’s interesting to view the massive rock at different angles. Along the circuitous way, one easily spots the Mala Kitchen , obviously the area where the Anangus prepped their meals — from honey ants to game meat like kangaroo and emu, as well as other edible grubs. Along the Uluru base walk , there are “detours” to check out special spots like the Kuniya Walk towards the Mutitjulu Waterhole. And every so often, we stopped to look up as the stone face bears marks looking much like they were purposely designed. Vegetation is limited such that I was reminded of the cartoons “Flintstones” and remembered Fred, Wilma and Pebbles 😄

Just 10.6 kms around the base.

Uluru did not disappoint. It’s a geological wonder in a natural landscape one only finds here. The desert floor and stone hues change depending on how the light hits them. The rock art bears significance as the Anangus “spoke” through them and the sacred sites demand respect as they are used for many “imnas” — traditional ceremonies, songs and dances. This is the way their belief system was passed on through generations, thus keeping the aboriginal culture and traditions alive. Even their aboriginal art form is so unique that I can’t help feeling so impressed. And their hunting tools is another story! I’m eager to read up to learn more about this indigenous culture even after this trip.

The many sides, nooks and crannies of Uluru.

We made full use of the resting areas but had to be reminded to get up and resume walking. The day we visited was blessed with good weather — not too sunny to burn our skin, nor too cold to feel chilly. No rain (it rained only after our base walk), and no kangaroo/wildlife surprises! BUT there was an army of tiny flies which miraculously disappeared when the sun set 🤫. My backpack and white hiking shirt became their “tarmac” as they clustered as if some convention was called. You can say our day was marked by overcast skies, pleasant temps, fly-infested hikes, not too impressive sunsets, amazing and varying angles of the red rock and manageable walks. We’re happy even if the sunsets and sunrises are underwhelming. And the flies? We grew familiar with them after a few kilometers. You simply grow tired swatting them.

Mala Kitchen

Getting here ain’t cheap. Hotels and food quite pricey. Places of interest limited to Uluru – Kata Tjuṯa Parks where the geological wonders sit like some designated guardians of Australia’s red center. But I’d say Uluru’s worth a visit at least once in one’s lifetime. What you find here, you can only find here. There may be no Ubers, no taxis, no real shopping and dining hub, but where else can you find this massive monolith on this planet? More than that, can you imagine the remainder of this rock formation extending up to nearly 5 kilometers underneath that red desert floor? Such is the mystique of Uluru. So yes, give it a visit.

Flies on my backpack.

Not just a giant rock. Sacred to the aboriginal folks called Anangu who have lived in this cultural landscape for over 30,000 years, it is a UNESCO World Heritage site and is also called “Ayers Rock”. We were blown away by this huge, red sandstone monolith in what is appropriately called “Red Center” here in Australia’s Northern Territory. Our first introduction was an aerial glimpse of this massive 550-million-year-old sandstone from the windows of our aircraft. Not just Uluru, but the nearby “Olgas” meaning “the heads”. And it’s told what we see is just a third of the red rock as the rest is under all that red desert floor. Well, red or rust or gray depending on how the light hits it. After a three-hour+ flight from Sydney, we landed midday in Ayers Rock Airport, just a 20 minute drive to this natural wonder. Nice, cozy airport by the way. And the visitors? We’re all here for the rock, and some were shuttled (for free) to the nearby hotels in Yulara. In our case, we opted to rent a car for the sheer freedom to go anytime to drive around the area. Bet we’d see all the familiar faces in the Uluru activities lined up for our 4-day, 3-night stay.

The Olgas. From the plane window.
Touchdown!

After checking in, we were pleasantly surprised that our hotel stands right beside GOCA. That’s the Gallery of Central Australia, home to indigenous artists of the Central and Western Desert. Around 350 artworks are on display here. A bit of trivia here: the Anangus have historically equated art with communication and education. Their indigenous iconography is evident in the body and ground dot painting as well as in those found in caves in Uluru. The vibrant colors — mostly orange, black, red, yellow, white, gray — of the painting materials were sourced from natural mineral substances mixed with either animal fat or just plain water. What comes to mind is the Ngurrara canvas now on exhibit in the Art Gallery of New South Wales as part of the Sydney Biennale 2026. I was floored by this impressive  “living map” of waterholes and song lines created by the aborigines. Check out my earlier blog on this. It’s an interesting story .

The drive from Ayers Rock Airport
GOCA : Gallery of Central Australia

Now. ULURU. Has been on my bucket list and I don’t know why I visited only now after so many trips Down Under. Australia is so huge — it’s likewise a continent, right? — that intracountry trips span long distances and many flight hours. The iconic landmark has special spiritual connection to the Anangu people as it bears a living record of sacred laws and stories making up its very belief system called “Tjukurpa”. Stories and rules of behaviour passed on through generations by way of rock art like ancient paintings found in caves around the base of the monolith. The local indigenous people believe that by touching special spots, they can communicate with their spiritual ancestors and even claim blessings. Such is the mystique and culture of Uluru.

GOCA’s gems.
Love the aboriginal “dot painting” using vibrant colors.

Up until October 2019, climbing was allowed. Steep climbs and howling winds atop the rock. Very dangerous as records show how 37 lives were claimed. Well, we’re definitely not into climbing. But the 10.6 kilometer base walk is in our bucket list. Funny how AI responded when asked if we run risks of getting lost diy’ing the Uluru base walk. With clear markers and since the walk is flat, just around the big, red rock, AI says we can’t get lost even if we tried. 🤣 Love that sense of humour!

So, this is it. We’ve landed. We’re ready. Park tickets and passes for stargazing neatly tucked in. Hotel rooms booked. Itinerary ironed out. Car rental done. Baggage in the trunk. Town Square and Art Gallery checked out on day of arrival. Snacks for tomorrow’s hike promptly bought at nearby supermarket. A bit of shopping for a few souvenirs. Plans underway for dinner reservations in next few days in a few chosen spots. We’re giddy with excitement. We’re off! (Watch this page for more on our Uluru adventure . Ta Ta!)

Palya means hello, goodbye, thank you and welcome.