I love spontaneity. Spontaneous decisions lead to amazing adventures, adventures like the one I took with a friend after our last assessment task (not ever, but last in that block). We had initially planned to go revitalise our inner children and catch a ferry to Luna Park but as is life, it was closed and we were stumped as to what to do. Eventually we left school, deciding that we'd choose something on the bus - and we did. Katoomba. A gorgeous little sleepy town nestled some two hours and 110km away in the Blue Mountains.
We bought deliriously unhealthy food and stumbled onto the train just as it was about to leave, the two hour journey not nearly as long as what we imagined it to be. Like excited little children, we took excessive photos in a vain attempt to try to document our travels but for the fact we only had two phones, one of which (the one with the better camera, as it happens) was on the brink of powerlessness. When we stepped off the train, we were reminded instantly of how far away from Sydney we were, the temperature freezing and the clouds so low that we were literally walking in them though of course, we were also quite high up as Katoomba has an elevation of 1017m. Eventually we found our way and ambled down Katoomba St, exploring all the shops and discovering an amazing vintage store with incredible t-bars (they weren't my size, though they were my friend's) and wedding dresses and hats and antique and rare books.
We were more than a little pressed for time, and ended up sprinting unnecessarily back to the station to make the train back home, tea buns and waffles with ice cream in hand, arriving with 9 minutes spare.
Sydney might be great, most of the time, but adventures like these are always better.