Now that everything has fallen away and all that are left are the memories and photos, I figured I had better add words to the mix before the moment is gone. Such is my memory, mercifully short in an effort to lose my cravings and addictions.
The past 2 weeks can be summarized using a culinary term, ‘high notes upon high notes’; you will soon see what I mean. Trays of food upon more delicious food, so much so that I am bewildered by the fact that I am still the same weight. Never felt that I grew horizontally, well with the exception of the time that I was in Sydney, I felt that my waistband was some boa constrictor, constricting me.
Sydney was great, despite the crowd and the nightly sales. I have always been one who prefers the suburban life to the city hustling one, but I am not complaining. What irked me most about Sydney was the rainy weather. Despite being warmer than Melbourne, it seem to rain an awful lot with most of our photos turning out gloomy and sad, a sharp contrast to our gayful and playful mood.
To escape the tragic weather that hovered over the CBD we took a 2-day trip up to the Blue Mountains. Blue Mountains have always been a place I wanted to go to. Partially because I have heard so much about it and that I want to be able to say I have been and seen it.
On a Stone Ledge at the Wentworth Falls Hike
Relentless is not a word I use often. Words I use often are happy and comical words like ‘funny’ and ‘what???’ and maybe ‘Blardy hell’ said in this ridiculous high pitch tone. But relentless would be the one word that I use, (while summoning all the seriousness that I possess) to describe the Blue Mountains Trip. It was bush walking after bush walking to see eerie spiders, trickling waterfalls all on mud paths that have yet to seen sunshine in eons. All this activity serve only to reminded me that I am all but a highly inactive lab monkey on normal days despite the sports shoe that I wear daily.
Back to the bush walking, I have to admit I love and bask in the tiring nature of all the climbing and walking even though the weather was not agreeable. But there was a point in time where I had to consciously resist the final act of throwing my hands up in the air and exclaiming to all who would listen that ‘I had enough of all the muddy business’. I mean, why is it that the weather is so disagreeable on a holiday? Instead of taking my frustrations out on the innocent people around us, Mr S.O and I sat at one quaint little cozy café where hand-crafted coffee is served to rest our woeful tired feet and body.
This picture honestly deserves another rant. I mean what on earth is meant by ‘Hand-crafted coffee’. If there is anything pompous in this world, that must be it. Coffee can hand-roasted, hand-grown and hand-picked, but hand-crafted suggest something entirely. And if your mind is as scientific as mind, you would think that the coffee is genetically-modified, hence the HAND-CRAFTED tag. Hah! Coffee-addictions can make one go loony!
In our Abseiling Gear and on the Edge of the Cliff
Our degree of loony is apparent in the activity of choice the following day; Abseiling. It was almost as if the bush walking was inadequate in pushing our calves to the brink of retirement, so we giddily decided to embark on another adventure abseiling down 60m cliffs which will see us WALKING up the same distance. Genius! Thankfully the weather was good and we did catch some glimpse of the sun despite small showers throughout the day. And all the exercise had another advantage to it, burning away all those chocolate that we have been practically INHALING throughout the time we were in Sydney.
Trips to Sydney cannot be considered authentic unless a visit to the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge have been dutifully paid. And that is how we trot along on the last day of our stay in Sydney, before we return to the cold and shivery Melbourne. It was amazing that we did not pay for transport during the whole time in Sydney. We walked everywhere… chatting and basking in the atmosphere of the city, almost replicating the early dating days when we were both students in Singapore.
Funny how memories always seem happy on hindsight, but the present always feel heavy and mildly suffocating.
1 comment:
chocolate yum! :D
glad you and egg had a great time (:
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