Went to the blue mountains yesterday. About an hour outside Sydney with speed limits on the motorway of 40, 60, 70, 110, 100, 110, 60 again, 70, oh make your bloody mind up.

It's called the blue mountains because the trees give off some sort of dust that makes the distance look very blue. At least that's what I read somewhere.

Here's a cave where aboriginals mixec up ochre and spat it hand covered walls:

Love their signs. Looks like he was hurt, but did n't go down. Good job fella!

One of about 30 stunning waterfalls:

The walk down. At the turn of the last century some man and a gang of Irish lads chiseled a staircase into the mountains just of the fun of it:

Another stunning waterfall:

Sulphur crested parrots. They flew around all squawky and parity. That seemed like a good use of their skill-set:

A skink. I kept calling him a skunk. He did n't like that:

And another: