Check out from Melbourne Metro was at 10:00, but I managed to be up and out by 09:30. I collected my things, headed down to reception and handed over my door pass. As I was about to leave, I was told there was a refund on my account, and sure enough I scored for £75. A nice surprise!

I headed out to Jaspers for one more breakfast before catching the train down to Frankston once again. I have been on public transport very little so far, but I had yet to see any ticket inspectors on the trams or trains. This journey would be different.

Around half way down, on came 4 inspectors to the carriage. I was right next to the doors, and having paid the correct fare, the inspectors quickly moved on from me. However, everyone else (around 8 or 9 people) in the carriage, ended up being fined. It seems fare dodging is rather prevalent on trains, as most stations will let you walk onto trains with no barriers or checks of any kind. Some clearly had bought concession fares just to be allowed on to platforms for cheap, whilst others didn't bother at all. I don't know what the fines are like out here though.

I arrived in Frankston and caught the bus to Carrum Downs, after which I spent the day relaxing in Tom and Jills house playing with Molly. She's such a cute pup, and really makes me miss my dog back home (called Toby). In the evening, Tom and Jill arrived back, and we set out for Walhalla.

Walhalla is roughly a 2 hour drive from Carrum Downs, up in the Baw Baw National Park. It was around 9:30 by the time we entered the town, after stopping for a quick burger at McDonalds. It is an isolated town, with no mobile phone signal, and one main road in and out. That road, is prone to trees falling down on it (for which Tom carries a chainsaw in his 4x4 to cut them out) and worse, landslides (one of which we passed on the way into town.

Tom told me a story that not long ago, there was a large landslide and the only way in and out the town for a few days was via the train service that runs through the ravine between the two mountains, or by spending around another hour and a half driving right around the other side of the mountain range.

We spent the evening unpacking and chatting before heading off for a well earned rest.

Ian.