Blue Mountains

So the day had finally come, I had bought a cheap rain jacket ($30) and a new baseball cap, my bags were packed and I was sitting in my favourite breakfast café in Newtown (Sydney) eating a “Canadian breakfast”-a big waffle with bacon, banana and maple syrup. It felt good; I had pretty much had enough of working at home for a month and doing the same shopping trips at my local IGA supermarket. A lot of my friends had left apart from an English friend (Tom) and the two Duchies (Carolijn and Muriel), and though we made the most of our remaining time it was clearly the end of an era. There was a light drizzle outside which made the café very cosy, and I was looking forward to leaving the flat and getting on to new horizons.

Before getting on the plane to New Zealand I had time to go visit the Blue Mountains with one of my local favourite Aussies, Dru. First we went body boarding at the North Curl beach on one of Sydney’s northern beaches, which was great fun (and I was pretty good for a beginner!), but also costly as it brought back a cold I had been fighting off. Had a great stay up there, saw the Three Sisters and some really cool views and rode a very steep railway.

Now I know why Dru drives all the way to work from the Blueys – his parents’ house is amazing! And you wouldn’t believe the size of the TV, truly choice for watching the Australian Open semis. I would have stayed another day, but I decided to return to convalesce in the Railway Square YHA in Sydney, in the hope that I would recover from my cold before I got to New Zealand – and it worked!

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