13/01/09The alarm went off at 5am and we knew it was time to get up and pack whatever wasn't in a bag into a bag again. It's starting to become a chore living out of a bag, constantly digging to the bottom to find stuff and squeezing it all back in again. I've just been living off the top layer for the past couple of weeks because I can't be bothered to dig further down. The girls were panicing that the guy that offered us a ride to the greyhound wasn't going to ...

05/01/09Got up and packed all our stuff again, phoned a place in Hanbury to see if we could stay there, jackpot, we found a place with a room for 4. We said our goodbyes to the Dans and they managed to sneak out of a side entrance undetected. We followed shortly afterwards after stealing everything we could from the swanky motel. Someone put the left over coke in a Pumped bottle with a sports cap on it, as I picked it up it must have shook up and the pressure inc...

02/01/09Was woken up at 9 to Coops telling us to hurry up and get ready because the Dans had already left for the Opera House. Left the hostel at around 9.30 and tried to get the free shuttle bus, but realised that it didn't start running until later so had to walk all the way down Pitt St. again. Got there at about 10.15 but the Dans had gone to get breakfast. We sat out on the steps at the front waiting for them. Turns out they had been at the Opera House at 9a...

23/12/08Got up early to shower and help Kerry with the washing before leaving the house at 10 to get to Maze backpackers on Pitt St. in time for check in. We couldn't leave without being fed beans on toast first though. As we put all our stuff outside along the fence, David showed up with a friend to give us a lift to the station with all our stuff. His friend was a nutter, he had an awful car, the complete opposite to the Getz, you could tell from about 2 blocks...

18/12/08 Arrived in Sydney at 8:10 am. Got off the bus and struggled to get my flip flops on, my toes were all puffy and flat from not moving in over 12 hours. Burns suffered the most, he had proper granny ankles, you couldn't see any definition on his ankles at all, he had two round balls for feet. Pat rang Peter from the pay phone and found out where we needed to go to meet up. It was just straight down the Pitt St. Walked down Pitt St. for what seemed like an...