The Sundays keep on coming. From Lorne we drove on another 200km. The weather threatened to rain but we kept driving away from it into glorious sunshine. As it was the weekend the surfers came out and we were able to pull over every so often and watch them tackle the Bass Strait waves.

We took a turn up a road near Wye River to do some Koala spotting, it's always cool to see these little dudes in the wild, sleeping and getting high off the Eucalyptus. It's a real tragedy that they face extinction possibly in the next 10 years due to deforrestation and an AIDS like virus.

The next sight was the 12 Apostles, large rock formations in the sea. Although these guys aren't fairing to well either as there are only 8 due to the damn sea knocking them over.

Apollo Bay was a cool little seaside town, lots of cafes and tourists. We drove on along the shipwreck coast stopping in various laybys and enjoying the view. We stayed that night in a great hostel in Warnambool. They had a massive flat screen TV which a few of us got up to watch England play at 4am on.

On Sunday, yes Sunday, we watched a State lifesaving competition, involving kids driving boats really fast to pick up a swimmer and blasting it back onto the beach and sprinting to the finish, wearing tiny trunks and silly hats. We drove on to Cape Brokenwater and went for a walk to see a seal colony. We expected a colony to be around a few hundred. But they must have been all fishing cause there were only 2 when we eventually found them.

We also thought we were at a different point on the map, so that day, the kilometres didn't mount up either! We stayed in Robe, in another YHA, a manor house. Built in 1840, with marble fireplaces and Itlian craftmanship. I thought it was wasted as a hostel.....but it was a pleasure to stay in.

The next day we knocked up 300km getting to Adelaide for midday. It was the Queens Birthday (not her real birthday that's in April), but Australia take it as yet another bank holiday. So the city was dead. We wandered around the city, wide streets in a grid, very easy to orientate even for Kim. (She'll love me saying that). The museums were open and the highlight was a BBC photographers exhibit, wildlife etc.

The Barossa Valley was class (not as good as the Hunter Valley which we did with Kims parents, obviously). We got a great day and the tour was great. The best fact told to us by a Jacobs Creek wine expert was that Ireland drink the most Jacobs Creek per head. So us 2 being the only Irish menat we got special treatment in there. We'd like to thank you all for drinking!

The hostel here has a whole room dedicated to just world cup matches which was pretty sweet. So I got a good fix, just incase the campervan doesn't have a flat screen TV and a big satelite dish! How will I survive?

The flight to Perth was testing, we were both sandwiched between a fat dude and 2 screaming Kids for 4hrs. But we made it.