Our arrival in Sydney saw our numbers begin to dwindle as we bade farewell to the lovely Goughran sisters, Leah and Clonny. An emotional farewell over half a cow in the BEST steakhouse 'Hurricanes' on Bondi Beach. We were smuggled home in the boot of Oxana but alas were discovered by a bus driver...apparently a towel over ones head is not as fool proof a disguise as we had thought.

Our time in Sydney was marred by the weather, as has been the case so often along the east coast, and so we retreated to the pub....

We decided to say a civilised farewell to Australia and our dear friend Andre Manly with a quiet drink, tipple if you will, as we had an early flight. Unfortunately we were beguiled by the pleasure of sparkling wine and found ourselves ratarsed (understatement) at Sydney airport the following morning. Clare could be found roaming the departure lounge armed with a plastic bag, puking into any available vessel she could find. Much running to the toilet later and much to our surprise we actually were permitted on board the plane, where much more toilet dashing and puke bag pilfering ensued....