One day when it was raining and we were unable to do any work outside, we took my dad to the Blue Mountains.
It was nice and warm up there considering that the weather was sort of drizzling. My dad wanted to go and have another look at the Three Sisters, but they were covered in clouds, so instead we came up with taking the scenic railway as an alternative into the Jamison Valley.
As soon as Kim saw the drop into the valley she immediately bailed out and said that she didn't want to go....too steep.
My dad and I continued into the valley and went for a walk along one of the tracks there. While there I did some close-up photos of some of the local fauna.
After the walk we headed back up to the top with the cable car and then to Katooma for some lunch.
After lunch it was clearing up a bit, but the sisters were still covered. Instead we went for a walk at Wentworth Falls. My dad had never been there so that was something new for him.
After the walk it was getting late and we headed back to Sydney.
Every year on Boxing day (26th December) the Sydney to Hobart Yacht race kicks off.
It is a great event for anyone interested in sailing to see the large boats exit out through the heads of Sydney Harbour.
My dad was interested in seeing the race start and I wanted to get some great photos with the ships and the north head in the background.
We arrived at Watsons bay about 30 minutes before the race start and only just made it up to the viewpoint as the boats went through the heads. We were running the last 500 meters so as not to miss it (it has been a while since I've seen my dad run that sort of distance).
It was spectacular to watch all the ships and the follow boats head out through the harbour and head south towards the Tasman sea.
On the way back to the car we walked past the nude beach full of perverts (I don't mind nudists...but when it is old men with hard-on's standing facing the public swinging their willy's back and forth or pouring beer on it then they are exhibitionist perverts....click here...and....here...so see what I mean).
The winner of the race this year finished after 2 days and 9 hours.
This may
also come as a surprise to you....but Santa Clause does exist and he visited
our house on Christmas Eve.
We did the
traditional Christmas dinner with friends coming over along with some of our
nieces and nephews. Soeren and Nui joined us with their daughter and Andy
joined us with his daughter so it was an almost equal representation of adults
and kids (if you count me as a kid).
Later on in
the evening Santa Clause appeared (Ethan asked where the reindeer were and
apparently they were parked on the roof).
Ethan had been asking all evening whether Santa would be coming. Eventually we told him that Santa is a very busy man and that he visits all the good kids first and leaves all the naughty ones until later...that kept him quiet for a while.
He gave the
children lots of presents and soon afterwards he headed off again...he is a
very busy person this time of the year (I think he borrowed a couple of beer from the fridge).
By the end
of the evening we were so stuffed with food that we had to be rolled into bed.
