Sometimes the journey is the destination

Last night, I asked myself if we Northerners are the only ones who need our own blanket. The one you can crumple up, put between your legs, cover your back with a corner, completely lie under, or just cover certain parts of your body. Our own 135x200mm. (since some time now there are also 155x200m)

Here there are only the 2.80x2.80m bed sheets with a blanket on top. Are they always fresh lovers who only sleep in the spooning position and need little blanket? And what happens when the rose-colored spooning phase is over, do they then get divorced? Or is this bed-making system only in hotels and do they also have 2 blankets at home? I am a confessed "this is my blanket" sleeper. The nightly guarding, that I don't steal the blanket from Carsten or the retrieving when he accidentally did that, really annoys me.

Today we will leave the Blue Mountains and make our way to Kangaroo Valley, which takes about 2 and a half hours.

But the day is still young and yesterday we saved the Wentworth Falls because they are only a stone's throw away from our accommodation. So we put the suitcases in the car and off we go. I didn't feel like walking. Do you know that feeling when your inner couch potato always says: "Oh, it's so exhausting and it takes so long, look for an excuse, your legs are tired, ..." My inner couch potato keeps saying that right now. But today I'm fighting him, that dog. Today we're going the whole 300m to the Falls lookout. It's only 15 minutes. So what if we're already there, in 5 minutes we'll be at the next viewpoint and in another 20 minutes we can see the Falls from below. Although I have to say, in between the couch potato tried it again: "think about it, you have to climb all the stairs again."

Yes, it's true, there were some steps, some more steps, but the way to the final destination was really cool.

Sometimes the journey is just the destination. At least, the Falls couldn't hold a candle to the journey. As with all waterfalls we've seen so far, there is currently no water.

After another 20 minutes of butt and thigh training

we were back at the car. Hund Schaka is defeated for now.

Why is it called Kangaroo Valley? Because of the kangaroos, of course.

Here it looks a bit like Austria, only with eucalyptus trees. The whole drive here, the landscape resembled the Alpine foothills.

Green meadows, small hills. So I was even more amazed when we arrived at our next destination. The Fitzroy Falls, one of the main attractions here in Kangaroo Valley. An 80m waterfall plunging down.

"Waterfalls usually fall from high mountains and here it's just flat land, maybe the odd hill. Is this maybe a fountain?" was my arrival comment.

And what came next was wow! After an almost flat foot march, we suddenly stood in front of a deep abyss and an 80m waterfall.

That was a surprise. Carsten full of energy and me full of euphoria, so let's tackle the next 600m and get to the viewpoint across from the Falls.

And another 600m are the Twin Falls. We'll check them out too. Unfortunately, they were dry falls, but the view was great.

On the way back, as you might guess, there was butt and thigh training again.

After some searching, we found our B&B. A nice little guesthouse, very quaintly furnished. It feels like being in an English manor. Everything with old colonial furniture. Lots of crystal and floral decorations. And a huge bed, of course with a blanket. Almost very British here. Our hosts Lindy and David are two very warm-hearted hosts. At 5:30 p.m. in the lounge, with wine and cheese (that's every day at this time), they give tips on where to see kangaroos and wombats and where to find good food.