RED DUST EVERYWHERE

Hello dear ones.
My friend Lady Betsy wants me to go on a little trip with her to the centre of Australia.  And I said 'But dear, why on earth would we want to travel all that way just to stare at a bunch of red rocks and get dust in our hair?'  But she has been pressuring me to go.  I am not sure what to do as recently I had a ghastly time with that horrid red dust storm that descended on my morning room in a most ferocious manner. It's taken the butler weeks to get the dust out out of my antique tea collection and priceless Ming vase.  Then again trying to force the nozzel of a vacuum cleaner down the narrow neck of the vase was the kind of impractical way he goes about things. He could have just put it under the tap and cleaned it out that way. I tried to tell him but he won't listen.
Anyway I digress. Lady Betsy is determined to head to the heart of the Antipodes with or without me and I fear that without me, she may end up in a spot of bother.
She sent me a little photo of where she wants to stay. I do hope they have hotels there. I'm certainly not going to end up in some common bungalow or even worse - a tent.
I hope you all have a lovely day and don't run into too many philistines.
Yours Lady O.