Uluru was not a budget trip.
I can’t say that the hotel nor the tours were cheap, even the price for our budget flight ticket was close to a trip back to Jakarta.
At first, I wondered why, but then when we sat down for our fancy dinner, among others, it clicked. More than half of our dinner guests visited were middle-aged tourists. We shared the table with a semi-retired farmer and his wife; Brenda and Steve, a couple whose next trip is to cruise to the South Pole and another couple who just came back from the car racing saga in Monaco.
Jik, I and our budget airfare were kind of out of place among them, but we both agreed that we are lucky that we get to experience Uluru now rather than later in life.
Also, it did help that I always believe that I have an old soul. I semi fit-in. And Uluru fits my old soul travel style.