Mountain Springs Resort and Conference Centre
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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Travel Blogs from The Blue Mountains
... the eerie music was leaking from the streetlights again, making it seem as though the apocalypse had happened and the entire outside world had been obliterated.Time seemed to dissolve as I waited, folding back on itself and spinning into circles so I forgot almost whether it was the beginning or the end. Or perhaps it was that time was revealing the truth of itself to me as something wholly interminable, like a labyrinth, something that ...
... ones now, but who yet had so much sickness and hurt in store when they woke up to their mothers of all hangovers. Excess is always so excruciating, so expensive in told and untold ways. Things can transpire at night- such shameful, misjudged, cringe-worthy acts- that one can be left wishing the morning would never come. But of course, come it does. In the morning, we awake, we start again. In our house, we were always worried that, if we were to hold ...
... a dark stage that stretches without end, with the softening curtains ripped away, with bright, harsh lights that reveal nothing. And so the first of the international workers will be leaving over the upcoming days. We will depart as we first arrived, a grinning, disparate line of backpacks and suitcases, catcalling and whistling, drunk with excitement, over-bright with fatigue. I want to fix everyone in my head just before they go. How did it look when ...
... so the spring can be born, so I feel that all the people I have met and befriended here in this place might soon be ripped from me. They will leave yawning holes that will weep silver water for days, weeks to come; a sadness will reign in my heart like an unyielding splinter of winter. But it provides the fertile soil for the experiences of tomorrow. The more that a human heart ruptures, the more open it lies, the more pathways there are inside of ...
... related to terror. Mostly I was depressed to be presented with this convincing evidence as to my own inherent unoriginality. Perhaps also I was a bit disappointed to not find some tangible, leftover clue of the girl's presence in that place, say an encouraging scrawl on the wall or, you know, an enchanted piece of jewellery. Something to make the whole thing more profound, in keeping with a true paranormal yarn. But my own ghost is flimsy compared to the ghost that haunts ...