Blue Mountain blues

Trip Start May 12, 2012
Trip End Aug 20, 2012

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Uncle John's

Flag of Australia  , New South Wales,
Monday, May 14, 2012

Arriving at Heathrow Terminal 3 for our flight to Sydney on a bright May day, a brief interlude in a month of rain, and racking our brains for any essential items left on the bedroom floor, take-off could not have come too quickly. That feeling items ended abruptly, however, with the congealed pasta and pesto treated we were presented with after an hour or so of the flight. The next 12 hours were a wonderfully disorientating blur of short dozes, werther's originals and mission impossible 4 (overrated,) punctuated by a number of imaginative concoctions designed to pass as food. We weren't fooled.

So, the calm and serene Singapore Airport came as rather a shock when we landed at some o'clock. Unfortunately, after an all too brief wander, we trudged back to the gate for the enthralling second part in this duology of crossed time zones and aeroplane food. We arrived at Sydney Airport and after a slight spanner in the works from Halifax Banking group, which was quickly resolved with the help of an Ethiopian gentleman, we were on our train to the Blue Mountains. After a 22 hour journey, the clarity of the early morning was even more brilliant and as we entered the mountains the country opened into thickly wooded, sandstone canyons and cliffs on either side. An interesting point of the trip was an unscheduled delay which set of a game of Australian whispers amongst the schoolboys around us. This saw the "police incident" initially cited as responsible escalate from a training exercise, to a suicide and then to the inevitable murder.

Upon our arrival in Blackheath, we were met by my Uncle John, who invited us for a game of gateball at the local club. Quickly grasping the rules, we were challenged to a match by the club regulars in what I billed as a post-colonial grudge match, although our opponents seemed less keen to enter into the competitive spirit as we despatched them in our first game. The following unqualified thrashings don't really seem worth mentioning, so I will move on. Huge thanks go to John for keeping us awake with a number of wonderful walks in the beautiful Grand Canyon and around Govett's Leap. Our two days in Blackheath passed all too quickly and on Wednesday we packed, ready to be picked up by Chris and Luke in the much anticipated Mitsubishi Pajero (I do apologise for the unfortunate Portuguese translation.) We moved to the Youth hostel in Katoomba where we shared a room with a weatherbeaten, chain-smoking horse breaker who had spent six months breaking an Andalucian Stallion. Feeling our masculinity severely threatened, we put down our make-up and donning our high heels made a hasty exit and visited a local cafe to sample a green drink, which seemed to be made by blending all the local foliage and putting it in a glass. Anyway, I'm aware that the length of this post has probably already narrowed the audience to just my Mum, so I'll skip a bit. On Thursday, after a walk at Wentworth Falls we lef the Blue Mountains for Sydney. Cameos came from a bewildered McDonalds worker subjected to a cone-ing (video to follow), and Australia's Got Talent judge spouting expletives at a member of the paparazzi and the Opera House in a trademark Sydney sunset.

Choose your own appopriately chummy sign-off from the following list:

  • Stay tuned for more blogs. Simon and Nick x

  • Much love, ta ta. Nick and Simon xx

  • Hope everything's good back home. Simon and Nick xxx
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Matthew James Veira BMus MMus on

That is the third worst blog I have ever read.

But I really enjoyed it

Have a schooner of beer....... It's pointless!

Dana Veira on

Which L.A.D was drinking the heineken on the plane journey?
Lovely first blog whilst travelling, keep 'em coming.
Also I like how Matt put his full title as his name.

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