AUSTRALIA DAY. TUESDAY THE 26TH OF JAN.

Traditionally Australia Day in Oz, is when everyone

hits the beach, fire up the BBQ and get pissed.

Thousands of drunk people, fighting on the beach

was the reason why we headed for the hills,

the mountains actually. The Blue Mountains.

Claire finished work on and Monday, and came

down to meet me at my office.

It was about 7.30 and we said... "

Shall we go out for a drink? or shall we go home,

chuck a few things in a bag and drive to the

Blue Mountains?"

We did the second one. And 2 1/2 hours later,

we were trying to find a Motel in the dark in

Richmond which is at the base of the Blue Mountains,

A few hours north of Sydney.

Lets get the roof down and into the Blue Mountains.

Breakfast on the road.

The open road....

We're going to get burnt.

Just miles and miles of bush. Awesome.

Time for the Zig Zag Railway. Up (and down)

the mountain.

Return tickets.

Awesome views.

Ahh what a lovely couple (oh it's us).

"Do not put anything out of the window you

don't want to lose."

We're going into a tunnel.

It's so beautiful.

Our friendly driver (Claire made friends with all of them).

Man on a rock.

Woman on a track.

WOman standing under (and on) a rock.

So beautiful. (The scenery isn't bad either.)

A lovely waterfall.

Why is there a giant Koala bear with Christmas

decorations at the end of January?

The Three Sisters.

A beautiful lady and a sister.

An amazing un-spoilt world.

So amazing.

Having a convertible does have one draw back.

And 23 hours after we left, back to Sydney we go.

Escape the crowds. Run away on a Monday night

and back on Tuesday.

What a wicked Australia Day.