Kev took us out to see the Blue mountains ... and do you know what ... they are ... sort of ... kinda. Though more of a canyon than mountains. And the blue comes from the haze of all those eucalyptus trees ... or something think that. Anyway ... we took a walk along a path that litterally hugged the side of the canyon, past waterfalls and sheer drops. As Andrea and Kev leant over the railing looking down into the valley and the back of my knees began to get toothache, I discovered a new phenomonom of "vertigo by proxy". I ushered them ushered them back to safety.
After a picnic on the top (salad and a whole chicken ... why when you open the bag does it smell like the chicken managed one last fart before the bag was sealed ... a mystery!) we headed off to the steepest railway in the world ... you are almost lying down when you sit in the carriage before it shoots over the edge and then you are almost standing up again. Walked over to the three sisters (three pillars of rocks ... someone really had a lot of imagination or hadn't seen a woman for quite sometime). Headed back to Manly Beach to watch the sun go down as someone crafted amasing sand castles in the sand (" .... I donīt care what you say, that, my friend, is art .... at least 'es not some bloomin' goodfornothing waster student ..." slurred the biker jacket clad art critic to my right).
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