As the train journey continued the weather changed from the Sydney sunshine to much gloomier skies. Once in the Blue Mountain region we travelled though a rain storm but it had passed by the time I got to my station. Or so I thought. After walking only 5mins from the train a downpour came on so I copied locals and stopped under a shop canopy. Within seconds the rain was pounding down and I had to pick up my heavy rucksack, that I had stupidly thought I could sit down for a minute, as the street started to become a river. I very quickly had to find a step up to get away from the rising water as the rain turned to the biggest hailstones I have ever seen. After a minute or two it suddenly went off almost as instantly as it had begun and everyone went back to plodding about the shops. Even though it only lasted a few minutes it was a scary introduction to the Blue Mountains.
The Three Sisters
By the end of my first full day I have explored some of the shorter trails, stood at Echo Point and viewed the famous Three Sisters which I was expecting to be a lot bigger. With so much stunning scenery it seems odd that a small rocky outcrop is the must see attraction. I was told to always check the weather forecast before going bushwalking - the outlook was cold with 'extreme rain'. I prepared for this weather with long sleeves, a hoodie and extra jumper since it might be cold in the valley. My source was wrong and it was swelteringly hot under the scorching sun and there was not a cloud in the sky. So the bush walk was a little warmer than planned and took a little longer as I had to stop to cool down rather a lot but was still a good experience. Beautiful views and trees as far as the eye can see, so odd to think its only two hours from the metropolis of Sydney.
By dinner time the predicted extreme rain had arrived and with it some truly spectacular thunder and lightening.