Here are my 25,000 wonders of the world

The coaches at the Uluru Sunset Viewing Area were parked three deep. From the bowels of their vehicles, guides were pulling out trestles and tablecloths. Ten minutes to go. Are we ready? The guides set out wine boxes, snacks and tubs of dips. Five minutes, folks. Got your cameras? OK, here it comes . . .

Whether an oh-my-gosh wholesome American backpacker from the beat-up bus, a wealthy grey nomad in the mighty silver desert cruiser, Danish, British, French, we all saw that sunset over Ayers Rock in what seems to be the prescribed tourist manner: mouth crammed with corn chips, glass full of Château Cardboard, loved one posing in a photo’s foreground as the all-time No 1 Aussie icon behind them glowed briefly red.

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