Wednesday 20th January. Kirsty's alarm had gone off at 07:30 and she had gone out to call her boyfriend like every morning. So I rolled over and lay trying to decide whether to get up or not. Then, I was out the van faster than Usain bolt, because above me on the window was a massive spider! Now I don't like spiders, but when I'm at home I do get brave enough to get close and kill them. There was absolutely no chance I was going near this big thing. I stood outs...

Tuesday 19th January. I must be the only person who has a cough and a cold in the middle of the Australian summer, but I felt rough when I woke up. I blame Kirsty. She had a cough before me and would never put her hand over her mouth when coughing no matter how many times I asked her, so here I am now poorly. I spent the morning walking around the clothes shops and picked up a maxi dress to cover the new sunburn I have randomly on the back of my knees from surfi...

Monday 18th January. Surprisingly not feeling too bad this morning, I managed to get myself up in time for the mini bus to pick us up for surfing at 8:40. There were two buses, we were on the bus with two French girls, two Swish guys called Cyril and Cyril, three Swedish guys and Carl who was Dutch. He ended up sitting next to me on the way there so we were just talking about our travels and what we were expecting from surfing. He said his friend wouldn't come b...

Sunday 17th January. We got up early and headed to get some food shopping from Woolworth's. We picked up a cooked roast chicken for dinner which we were both looking forward to. We spent some time looking round the clothes shops afterwards then came back and went to the beach. We lay down there for a while and I was writing our names in the sand like a big kid. We left late afternoon and got showered and headed to the kitchen area to make our chicken dinner with...

Saturday 16th January The hangover was here. We were meant to head off early but hung around for tea and toast and to try and clear our heads before a long drive. As soon as we felt a bit better, we did a 6 hour drive to Byron Bay. Luckily Kirsty drove first, because for the first hour I was sat next to her throwing up in a plastic bag as we went along the motorway. It wasn't my finest hour but we were trying to laugh it off. I took over after a couple of hours ...