it all started here.. at the top of the stairs where Jack wanted his photo taken with the 3 white cockatoos that were feeding with the beautiful 3 Sisters behind him ~ we walked down the steps to board the carriage where Jack decided that he really didn't want to go through the tunnel into the dark. I promised him that i would hold his hand and used a reward of something at the shop if he was brave..
so we boarded the train, making sure we didn't get the front seat and off we went.. accompanied by Indiana Jones music and a multitude of tourists..
arriving at the bottom we walked the short 10 mins to the other ride back up the mountain.. through ancient rainforests.
stopping every so often to look at the wise old trees and hoping to spot a native animal
[or even a lyrebird if you are very lucky]
Jack chose a pie and I thought the chicken wraps looked tempting... how very wrong I was. one bite into the chicken revealed a mouthful of fat. so it was promptly wrapped up and thrown into the bin.. I drank my soy tea in a paper cup.. amidst the legions of tourists and school children. oh how i hate those kind of places.. the things you do for your grandchildren!
but of course, no pies.. so what will it be? a sausage roll of course! which Jack ate with relish.. concentrating so very hard as he enjoyed every single mouthful.