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Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part three
In this blog post, I go to the Blue Mountains, and then I just watch a lot of TV and go for a couple of drinks with friends.
Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part three
In this blog post, I go to the Blue Mountains, and then I just watch a lot of TV and go for a couple of drinks with friends.
Today I’ve learned something new about myself: I become a cranky bitch when I have to climb a mountain.
We’re in Cameron Highlands and it’s so cold, I must wear this outfit at all times:
Sara and I have booked a half-day tour around Cameron Highlands, which includes a hike in a mossy forest, a visit to a tea plantation and a strawberry farm. We are told to jump on the same bus as our French roommate Jeanne, who has booked a full-day tour, but we don’t think much of it at first. 4 hours of hiking later, we realize that we are on the full-day tour too, but for half the price. Score!
The first hike is up a mountain, and it’s brutal. I am almost hyperventilating, sweating profusely and spitting everywhere like the total babe that I am. We make it to the top in around an hour and admire the view, before having to fucking climb down again. Ugh.
We also go to a tea plantation and cut some tea leaves – like trimming the hedges, basically. We have malay food for lunch, and then go to a Butterfly garden. It’s pretty cool, and one of the butterflies sit on my finger at one point, and I’m like ohmygoshiamananimalwhisperer!
Then we head to a strawberry farm, buy some souvenirs and have some of the berries. It’s delicious, even though I accidentally knock over my bowl of strawberries and cream.
Last stop is at a tea place with a view over some of the plantations. I have an awesome cup of masala chai, which I’ve really missed.
Jeanne’s polaroid of the beautiful view from the mountain earlier
So our 8 hour trip out in Cameron Highlands has been an exhausting success, but now I feel like I can stop feeling so guilty about being a lazy tourist.