I had decided that it would probably be a good idea to do my Victoria Responsible Service of Alcohol course today, as you can't do it online like you can in Queensland, and there wouldn't be courses over the weekend, and then I wouldn't have to wait until Monday to then be able to apply for jobs. Since we weren't sure where we were going to stay tonight at that point, we decided Alice would stay in the airport and look after the bags/ apply for jobs online, and I would go into town and do the course, then come back and we could sleep another night in the airport. However, by the time Alice got back from the shower, we had an email back from Eugene- a Russian couch surfing host whose family had relocated to Melbourne- saying we could stay there. The easy option to get into town would be to get the Sky bus, which was a bit more direct, but we went for the cheaper option of getting a bus to Broadmeadows station, and then a train from there, all of which you can pay for on a 'Myki' card, which someone had already gave me their leftover one, and which Alice could buy at the Sky bus counter.

I probably am the only person whose ever been crazy enough to do the course on the day after they fly in and sleep at the airport, but it was good as we could store our luggage their whilst I was doing it. I got chatting to a girl called Steph, who was originally from Byron Bay, started studying at Brisbane, went travelling around South America, worked in London, then travelled Europe and then started studying in Melbourne on a totally new course, Environmental Sciences. On our lunch break, we went to meet up with Alice, as I had forgot I was going to give her my laptop to use, and then went to a cafe. We didn't really have that much time though, and so me and Steph had to munch on our raisin toast/ sandwich on the way back to the course.

The course was quite good compared to the online Queensland course in terms of making sure the participants actually knew good practises for serving alcohol- I know many people can cheat their way on the online course, and, even though you could refer back to the manual when taking the exam today, I don't think the exam was the important part. I think the fact you've sat through a 3 hour course is enough to prove you know the content. I think the guy was annoyed because he had printed off a certificate for 'Laura Butt' because I hadn't written my name in block capitals, and he was going to charge me an extra $10, but then decided to let me off. He also had to put an extra dollar in his car meter because of it, so I felt extra guilty.

Meanwhile, Alice had been finishing off her resume in the cafe we had lunch in, and then we went to Peter Pans so she could email it to a lady who works for a care agency. She tried to get a form from the police station for a CRB type check, but apparently you have to do it online.

We got the tram to Eugene's, and arrived there just as he was getting back from the gym. First impressions were that he was very friendly and welcoming (but this was about to change). He shares the flat with Asians and so doesn't have that much company at home with similar interests. I had thought he was inviting us to come with him to his friends to watch the AFL game, so I'm glad I didn't say anything which would have suggested I did. Me and Alice went to get some dinner, I went to get some stuff from Coles and she brought a tasty falafel roll from one of the cool restaurant/ takeaway places.

When he got back, he told me I should get changed out of the 'ugly, sportswear' i.e. leggings, because Melbourne's a very fashionable place. He asked us if we had any heels in our backpacks (what travellers has he met that can afford space in their backpacks for heels) and was just generally very controlling and offensive about our clothes.

He drove us to a club, where we met his friend, who seemed a bit more normal. Eugene was as derogatory about my dancing as he was my clothes, saying I should loosen up a bit, and was calling us boring. I had to keep going to the toilet as I had developed a stomach cramp, and made me feel like I was either going to be sick or needed a poo, neither of which happened at the club, so we asked Eugene if we could go home. When we pulled up, he told us that he'd 'seen worse' clothes.

I woke up at around 3, and had to be sick in the toilet. I went back to the bed, but Eugene asked me to wake Alice up because she was snoring!

After a few times of going back to the toilet, I just stayed there. After a while, Eugene knocked on the toilet door, and asked what was going on. When I told him, I kept being sick, he told me to stop flushing the toilet because it was keeping him up, and had probably woken up his Asian housemates too. He then asked whether I had been drinking water, to which I replied I was trying to, and he told me to stop it because that makes you sick more!

He went to get Alice, who tried to find some hostels we could stay in, but everyone said they were full, so eventually we decided to go to hospital, since at least then I would have a bed. Eugene thankfully drove us, although rather unwillingly helped with my bags. He told me if I needed to throw up, I should open the window.

I got an isolated room because they thought it could have been a gastro virus, and surprise surprise was very dehydrated. They gave me 2 drips, although it took 3 nurses to find a vein.

Meanwhile, Alice was trying to find a room for us again, but since there was no Wi-Fi, rang Jane to see if she could have a look. She booked us into a private room at Habitat HQ.