
However, conference and Sydney Harbour boat cruise done (nice grub!), the Blue Mountains beckoned, as only mountains can do, ina kind of stern, rocky way.
So I hopped on a train and ended up scoffing an excellent plate of fish and chips on the guesthouse veranda upon arrival. When one lives in the tropics, small pleasures such as vinegar and a light drizzle don't come one's way too often so thanks to nature and the Asian chippy employee I was in fair Antipodean heaven.





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