To Mount Dingo: Heading to and the Evening in Katoomba

I got home with the intent of leaving at a very specific time in order to meet Ewe at work so we could head up into Katoomba together, as it didn’t feel right going ahead of him.

Unfortunately that plan went out the window. I resolved to hop onto the train that I was planning to catch with Ewe, get off at Central Station and then catch the train that would take us to Katoomba.

Traffic from my place to Town Hall was fairly dense at that time of the afternoon. Peak hour was kicking into full gear.

Luckily, despite plenty of time waiting I was able to get off the bus and make it to Town Hall Station with a minute or so to spare.

I kept Ewe in the loop about the sudden change of meeting plans.

I went down to the platform at which the train he was on would stop and decided to head to a different platform to get a train to Central Station instead due the large amount of people that were waiting on that platform not leaving me feeling confident about my chances of catching the required train had I remained.

Moving to another platform proved to be a good idea as I was able to get to Central Station on time.

Once at Central Station I walked as quickly as I could to get to a train that went to the Blue Mountains. I needed to recharge my transport card and, due to some information from one of the station, had a sense of relief as I had six minutes to spare which was more than enough time to take care of recharging.

I made my way to the train and thankfully there were a few minutes to spare.
Another bonus was that the train was an express to Bathurst, with only a small amount of stops before Katoomba.

I waited in the doorway so Ewe could see where on the train I was.
About a minute passed and I became nervous. I tried calling Ewe, but there was no answer.

I had a feeling that he was not on the train, but I did not get off. It wasn’t long before the doors shut and the train began its journey.

I had a quick look for a seat. There wasn’t much space so I went to the door at the other end of the carriage.

Soon Ewe and I were on the phone to each other.
I told him where I was and he told me that the train was still at Central.
I hadn’t told him which train we needed to catch.

I said I would hop onto the train that he was going to be catching when the one that I was on arrived at Parramatta Station and despite that stop being a stop for picking up passengers only, I got off the train I was on and waited for the train Ewe was on so we could go to Katoomba together.

The wait was short and soon we were sitting down and talking about stuff that I cannot quite remember.

Once we were in Katoomba and had experienced the shift in temperature, we made our way quickly to Ewe’s mums place.
We had a quick breather before she gave us a lift to the police station so we could collect an epirb.

It was a little intense in the police station. We filled out information we needed to and waited whilst two other people were there reporting an incident. I don’t think either of us thought it would be a good idea to interrupt.

The police officer did at one point tell the two people reporting an incident that he’d quickly speak to us. It was a brief conversation. He found out that Ewe grew up there and that we both did a lot of bush walking, then told us to trigger the epirb only in an emergency if no other option is available, but that we’d be fine as, in his words, “you guys know what you’re doing”.

There was a brief stop at the supermarket so we could stock up on food and water supplies before we were driven back to Ewe’s mum’s place. Dinner was quick and reorganising everything we needed to take was slow.

Soon we went to sleep which was later than expected, but still enough to make sure we could have an early start.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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