A hole, not a mountain...

Okay, so what happens when you follow some blonde girl on a train, fall asleep, and then don't question said blonde when she says, "ummm... like, hahaha, I totally don't recognize any of this!". Ahem. You end up in Kiama when you were supposed to be in the Blue Mountains. That's what happens. Luckily, because I still haven't replaced my camera that was stolen in Ho Chi Min, these pictures are about 2 months old and my annoyance has subsided. At least a little.
So, Kristen (a la SE Asia) made a little pitstop into Sydney amidst her travels through Oz and NZ. We decided to take the day and head to the Blue Mountains and see what all the fuss was (is) about. Megan, our fearless leader, had a few months of Sydney experience, compared to Kris and I, who had only been in the country a few days. Um, yeah, we followed her two hours in the wrong direction. Luckily the company was good, and the blowhole was even better. Okay, well, the company was good...
Here are the Kiama pics: