Blue Mountains, near Sydney.
We got the hell out of Melbourne, flew up to Sydney and got straight out of there too, heading for a few days of spiritually rewarding rock climbing. The Blueys have gorgeous sandstone crags similar to the ones we have at home in Kent, except they are the size of Belgium.
It certainly wasn't raining in the Blueys but it was damned cold at 8deg with a windchill to freeze your blood. Nevertheless we valiantly climbed a few crags, ripped our fingers to shreds, and generally gave ourselves a good, healthy adrenaline shot to clear the mind of all those negative football vibes.
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