So after being asked on several occasions
yesterday "Do you need a youth hostel mate?" (apparently falling asleep on the chairs in an
airport arrivals terminal for more than six hours makes you look like you are one of the homeless), James and
Heather arrived with copious amounts of luggage.
We grabbed a fast drink and decided that we needed to get
from Sydney to Melbourne that night. The original plan had been to catch the 12hr coach, but this was less than
appealing, so instead we booked ourselves onto an internal flight, and after stuffing ourselves with noodles we
boarded and cut the travel time down by ten hours. It was the third time I had landed in Australia in a day, and I
still hadn’t been outside.
We booked into a hostel downtown (where we are now) and are awaiting the arrival
of Andrew (a friend/fellow placementer of James and Heather). Looks like there might be an impromptu visit to the
Neighbours set during the delay, as despite James’ initial estimations, he might not be here until
Got to dash, but we need food and to explore Melbourne…