After a busy and active few days we decided to take a break and have a lazy day. A day to recuperate and kick back was just what we needed.
So it was a perfect opportunity to jump on the train and head up the line to Mount Victoria - not quite the end but certainly the highest point.
The weather was threatening without actually carrying through, but by the time we got off the train at our destination the first spits of rain were starting to fall. Still, we were promised a cosy, historic village so imagined that we could always pop into a tea shop to shelter from any downpour. We imagined that. But that's all we could do. The cosy, historic village never materialised. Instead there were a few scattered shops, a hotel and a cafe, all sliced in two by the busy Great Western Highway.
Not to be defeated, and to make the best of a bad job, we headed out on a short train to Pulpit Rock. It a worthy detour with great views across the Blue Mountains, but now the rain was definitely falling. Choosing not to linger we headed back into the sleepy town. No, scratch that, comatose town. It hadn't got any livelier in our absence and the only highlight was seeing a teenage slip and slide on his arse whilst running across the highway. Small things.
By the time we reached the station once again, it was absolutely pouring down. Stepping on the Sydney bound train and out of the rain, we had been in Mount Victoria a total of 65 minutes. Well I suppose we asked for it. We're not really suited to lazy days so perhaps this was a warning.
Right, that's resolved. Tomorrow we hit the trails once again and be thankful that our rest day was over and done with!
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