Waking to aching feet and legs is not a fun start to the day. Especially when you look around and realize that you're on the top bunk in a hostel with none of the creature comforts of home. I was so ready to just be over traveling for the moment.
After stretching as much as I could, and once again making my peanut butter and jam sandwiches for the day, I followed the crowds of commuters to King's Cross station to pick up my day pass. After getting lost a couple of times I made it to Circular Quay where I changed my mind from going to Bondi Beach and caught the ferry to Manly. It's supposed to be one of the best trips in the world, and it didn't disappoint, although I think I was frozen by the time we actually finished the ride across the harbour.
A short walk through The Corso and I was standing on the sun soaked, yet wind whipped Manly Beach. I would love to say that I took my time exploring, but in all honesty I was freezing and tired and only ended up spending a quick 45 minutes. Long enough to capture some gorgeous shots.
The ferry ride back to Circular Quay was just as freezing as before, but this time I was focused on getting images of the Opera House and the bridge, and even managed to capture a video of the what it's like to cruise around the harbour.
When I arrived I set out on a train ride across Harbour Bridge - I just wasn't in the mood to walk it. But the ride was less than thrilling, so I sucked it up and climbed the stairs to get a different perspective. It was worth it as I looked at across the harbour.
I trudged my way back to the train station, and caught the next train bound for The Blue Mountains. I must have been tired, because I awoke to realize that I was the only one left on the train, and I was at my stop in Penrith. After a minor panic attack, I was out on the platform waiting for Bec to pick me up and drive me up to her place in the mountains.
It is frigid up here. I'm sure there are those that think that I'm exaggerating, after all Australia shouldn't be cold, but when high temperatures aren't even coming close to double digits it's cold. I awoke this morning in Bec's lounge, with Bec on the couch opposite. It was the only warm place in the house so we just didn't move.
In the much warmer temperatures, although still only about ten degrees, we drove off on an adventure through the mountains. Visiting the Three Sisters was cold, windy and spectacular. The valley stretches forever, and the sun was just right to get some beautiful shots. Then we were off to see some other sites, including Govett's Leap, before enjoying my last Australian pie at Wentworth Falls.
Now back on the train to King's Cross, a little bit of repacking and more stuff left behind, and tomorrow I'm on my way home!
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