Sometime ago I read about the field of Lights Dinner and when I went searching I immediately booked us a place. It was expensive.....very expensive, but ultimately worth every cent. We were picked up at 5.35 from the Ayres Rock Resort Campground by one of the fifteen AAT Kings coaches that zip around the resort picking up and dropping off for the various activities. There were another eight or so people waiting at our bus stop to board the bus that was already three quarters full. By the time we reached the next stop people boarded but were then. having to do the "walk of shame" back down the aisle of an already full bus! As it turned out there were enough people booked for the dinner to fill two 52 seater buses. At around $300/head they were making a killing!
Once we arrived at our destination we walked the short distance to a viewing platform to await the sun setting over Uluru. Platters of canapés were brought around to us. The bush tucker selection was tasty and included things like camels meat crepes, yam pastries and onion tarts. The drinks flowed generously as we watched the sun change the colour of Uluru to a deep red and to the west the Olgas were silhouetted against the setting sun. At was a magical sight.
Once the sun had set we were lead along another short path to where our tables of eight with there white tablecloths and linen napkins, were neatly laid out. A light was set in the middle of the table that cast a soft glow around the eights guests. We had a great table of people that were fun and interesting. Most of them were from Victoria but there was also a couple from Sydney. They had all flown into Ayres Rock and were doing various tours afterwards.
Shortly after being seated we were brought our first course that was a Pumpkin and Carrot Soup and a nice hot dinner roll to go with it. It was a hit around the table and I must remember to add carrot next time I make pumpkin soup because it certainly lifted the soup to another level.
We had an indigenous host entertain us all the way through the dinner. His name was unpronounceable but he said "Call me Vili". He regaled us with lots of interesting facts. To get our attention he would yell out "Palya". The word has a number of definitions - Hello, Good, Goodbye and OK. While our empty soup dishes were cleared from the table we had another indigenous fellow come around to each table playing his didgeridoo. It was the biggest didgeridoo I have ever seen and it had a beautiful sound, but then again I do love the sound of the didgeridoo.
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