As I write, the clouds outside the window of our room in the Katoomba YHA are moving rapidly in varying directions right across the sky, with bolts of grey and beige, interspersed with shots of electric white and at times near black. Occasionally I can see slivers of pale blue poking through - but there’s not a chance that the skies will clear tonight. It’s already 7pm, and we have about one hour of daylight left to enjoy. Looking out the window, our view is splendid. At the end of our road, there’s rainforest for as far as the eye can see, and cockatoos and parrots are dive bombing up and down, screeching for all their lungs are worth - the racket is ear splitting, yet strangely comfortable. It reminds me of Tarzan films I watched
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