Uluru, Australia

“All day there were flies, thousands of flies. If you wore a white shirt it looked almost black. We wore fly nets over our heads but if you breathed through your mouth you inevitably swallowed flies a few times-we all did. It was the worst outbreak of flies that anyone there could remember, but every night, right on cue as the sun went down, they disappeared. This was a sparkling night, with strong winds and fast moving clouds, which I think adds to the effect.”