Blue mountains, grey skies

The typical guidebook shot of Oz is the three sisters, breathtaking outcrops of rock in the Blue Mountains.
So we had big plans. Hit the rocks, take the night time floodlit hike, cable car then mountain railway.
Did the rocks. Down came the mist. And the rain. And being intrepid campers we heard the gentle thump, thump of rain on the van aallllll night. Don’t knock stars on hotels, no matter how few they are, or which tyre company awarded them.

No point in scenic views with no scene. So off to the south coast beaches. Via places called Newcastle, Swansea, Cardiff, and other difficult to pronounce stuff.

And when we get old, we already found out what we'll be travelling in.

Some people blog about food. Great. We found the most appalling food ever. It was at a restaurant called Islandia in Swansea. We should have known when we walked through the door and placed our orders with a waitress that was wider.
We thought: salad with chicken breast gourmet dresing, the works. We got: chips and a bit of old bird between two pieces of white bread with a bit of lettuce strewn on for good measure. A weight on our minds.