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Continued..................After taking in the breathtaking views we went on a guided tour to the bottom of the mountains through the dense jungle where we experienced different views of the amazing scenery. Unfortunately though we did suffer a fatality along the journey and once again it was the loss of another cameras life (poor old Vivian!) by the hands of Mr Critchley! He was inconsolable because of the loss of more pics and the love of his life! We then headed off to another part of the Blue Mountains, namely the The Three Sisters, which are basically three large rocks which are of importance to the Aboriginal culture. We returned to the city with the plan that evening we would be going for a farewell meal which we hoped would be our final goodbyes to our ginger stalker Loz! After attempting to ditch him for the last five destinations down the east coast this was definitely to be our last evening together as he was off to Perth on the west coast - thank god!! Of course Gav got overly emotional again and began to well up! The tart! And of course to console himself Chris comfort ate! The fatty! After the tears had dried, the next day we headed out of the city to Olympic Park where the games were held in 2000, to pay a visit to Chris' relatives - Sally, Mark, Polly, Alex, Andrew and Justin. We arrived early evening to be greeted by home comforts that we hadnt experienced for the last three months - wonderful home cooking that wasnt pasta, toilet roll that was thicker than tracing paper, towels that werent chamois leather and didnt smell of sh*t and mattresses that actually had springs and were bed bug free!! While in Olympic Park we spent time relaxing in a real living room and getting to know the family, and also we were forced to try a cultural Fijian drink called Kava (muddy water!!) which we were told to expect more of when we get to Fiji. We thought our livers may have time to recuperate while here but we were not informed that Mark was an "alcoholic" and our evenings were spent drinking and socialising with the rellies.Our next visit was two hours south of Sydney to a town called Dapto and the humble abode of the Stewart clan - Mary, Graham, Heather, Kirsty and Spike the dog. Dapto itself was a quiet little town and somewhat inbred, as we drove through the neighborhood we half expected to come across a toothless old man, rocking in his arm chair, playing the banjo! Fortunately for us the Stewarts had only moved there a year or so ago, so at least they were normal (just!) and the night was spent devouring a beautiful dinner and getting to know everyone. By now we were accustomed to having home comforts and freshly prepared meals, and the thought of having to boil a kettle for Pot Noodles had become a distant memory. The first thing we did in Dapto was to get the train out of there to a little retirement village called Kiama and our tour guide Heather (if you can call her that!) took us to see the blow hole (hehe!) and a stroll across the rocks. After eventually exhausting the sights and sounds of Kiama, which took at least 20 mins, we headed for the warmth of the local Leagues Club where we introduced Heather to the art of afternoon (and underage) beer drinking - what a great influence we are! Later that evening we were met by the rest of the Stewart family for a meal and drinks chatting about Patrick the Starfish (the Stewarts will understand!).The next morning we spent chilling and watching DVDs with Heather (who had bunked off school!) before heading back to Olympic Park for a Friday night bender in the city with Mark and Polly. A great night was had by us, and hopefully them as well, and we hope being seen with us drunken Pommies wasnt too embarrassing for them!A big thank you goes out to both families for accommodating us idiots and treating us like the pair of queens that we are for 5 days. Cheers and forever grateful - but be warned we will be back!
The next day it was farewells to everyone and the beautiful city of Sydney and to ready ourselves for a 17 hour bus trip to the colder climates of Melbourne.......
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