The best thing about the Blue Mountains is that it doesn’t took long to find breath-taking views. I travelled past Leura to the King’s Tableland. What a fantastic view laid before me. Another group arrived soon after me, but took a different route, leaving me to enjoy the landscape below filled with sounds birds and the occasional plane overhead.
The next day Nay and I collected a few sausages, drinks and a toffee apple, and headed to the mangroves in Bicentennial Park. Seems we weren’t the only ones to come up with that idea.
We grabbed a small piece of grass between two large family groups. I constantly had to protect our sausages on the BBQ from young girls wanting to cook ice, and boys shooting us with their ‘armpit fueled farting finger guns’. Boys will be boys.
After lunch we ventured to the mangroves and spent time looking at the ducks and other waterbirds from the hide.