We woke up excited by the fact that sun is actually up as well the fact that we will be heading up into the mountains, it will be my first time being on a proper mountain. We had another disaster with the confusing metro system, eventually catching a train with a minute to spare. The train journey took two hours and the seats were much more comfortable than the claustrophobic conditions in the Chinese trains!

We got off at Kaboomta which is the biggest town on Blue Mountains, soon as we got off, the town looked dated and behind with the time, it even won't look out of place in an old Western film! We got on a bus that will take us to various tourist hotspots such as Three Sisters etc

The locals and the neighbourhood looked normal expect for the excessive number of motels operating and the high population of male pensioners with Sgt.Pepper moustache We got off at Scenic World where we purchased tickets for the famous railway which will take us down deeper in the Mountains. Before we got the railway we fed some exotic birds which looked really beautiful. The mountains are a protected heritage site with their own species and breeds so we kept on seeing rare animals and plants.

We boarded the railway, the railway is not really a proper train, and it is more of a mine-cart where you have to keep all of your limbs in to avoid getting them chopped off! The track is really steep; the steepest point is 54 degrees. We even went through a natural tunnel through a mount. We clambered off windswept and explored the area. We even visited a hut that the miners lived in.

We got back upwards by a cable car which offered us an excellent view of Three Sisters which is three spires. We got the bus back to the station and got a train to Leura described in the guidebook as a hotbed of shops and restaurants which we thought would go long way to satisfy our hungry stomachs after fresh air and walking around the beautiful scenery...

We got off and a deserted scene stared at us- There were a housing blocks, a chain of small shops and a solitary cafe. We saw the directions to a mall so we pressed on. Eventually we came to an awkward discovery that the mall is actually a name of the street not a real mall and we didn't see any much more shops and restaurants on the route.

We trudged back to the station hungry and half frozen (Remember, we were very high up into the mountains so it were freezing, the temperature were 7 degrees) we got the train to Darling Harbour and went to Hard Rock cafe where we were eager to have a hot dinner. I ate too much ( a cheeseburger topped with beetroot and egg, cheesy pasta salad and chocolate foundat ice-cream ) when we went to the pub, halfway through my first pint I weren't feeling too good...

A jagerbomb later suggested by my over-excited travelling companions, 30 dollars' worth of my dinner came out which by then I was lucky enough to went outside and found a quiet spot to throw up. After a second jagerbomb which was desperately consumed in effort to provide my manliness, I threw up again and left Sydney something to remember me. I went back to hostel defeated.