06.08.2008 - 19.08.2008 20 °C
Leaving Copa', Kyla and I boarded a train and headed in search of the Blue Mountains. Getting off at a place called Katoomba (sounds like somewhere off the Mighty Boosh) we walked to view the mountains, in particular a formation known as the three sisters. The mountains arent actually blue of course but thanks to a haze given off by the Eucalyptus trees they appear to have a strong blue tint to them. Walking down to the bass of the three sisters we then headed accross under the cannopy. Down here it started to rain and hail on us so we moved swiftly accross bridges and muddy trackks to the train back to the top of the cliff. The train used to be a mine train used for tourists on weekends and it stills travels upward at the steep incline of 58 degrees i think it was, travelling through a naturally formed tunnel through the rocks. Having discovered the Blue Mountains we returned to Copa' to go and see the Whitlams with Marion. A famous Australain band I'm sure none of you have heard of, I certainly hadn't and for fair reason. Touring a best of album they were playing at one of the Australian Social Clubs I mentioned before and although there were'nt completely offensive they certainly weren't amazing. It was apparent however that any Australian, mostly women, were obliged to like them. Besides having to remove my flat cap it was a good night.
Leaving Sydney area for Brisbane the bus journey was not at all as I expected, it is more than fair to say that the Greyhound busses are highley inferior to the busses I had used in South America, the leg room was about half of their latin counterparts and the seats may as well have not reclined at all. Having not slept well on the bus but feeling surprisingly ok the morning we arrived, accomodation was duely arranged and we dumped our stuff before checking out the area. I was looking forward to visiting the Modern Art Gallery in Brisbane, as a curator in New Zealand I had talked to tipped me off about a show here called Visual Music and assured me it would be of interest to the work I had been making. Unfortunately Picasso had taken over the whole gallery when I enquired and they hadnt even got a catologue from the show, what sort of place are they running here. Dissapointing.
Now incase you havnt picked up on it money has become a pain whilst in Australia, everything is far too expensive so plans had to made and then the harder part, decisions had to be made. Flights were the most affordable method of transport around Australia for us and so the flights were booked, now we just had to spend very little a day, difficult when for such poor room quality in the hostels it costs a bomb. I hadnt been in the same room as snorers like this at any point on my trip either. We stayed in Hervey Bay for a few days and the Woolshed Hostel there provided much better value for money but could do nothing to fend off the snorers.
So the weather improving further north I sit in Brisbane having enjoyed the free Jazz festival at the weekend. Set on stages in South Bank which has been a lovely place in itself to just stroll around or lay on the grass or dip your feet in the public swimming pool area, all for free. Great Stuff. Lets hope the money saved will allow me to snorkel at the Great Barrier Reef as we land in Cairns tomorrow, then it'll be worth it.