An excellent night's sleep in Sydney's Railway YHA. Nothing like spending a night in an old railway station converted into an ensuite dorm.

I had a very busy day planned as it was my very last day in Australia so I had a lot of admin to do. I closed my bank account, withdrew all my money, exchanged it for thousands of Thai Baht (feeling pretty rich right now), walked the length of George St for old time's sake and then spent a couple of hours at the Police and Justice Museum, near Circular Key, learning all about Sydney's dirty past. An awesome exhibition about prostitution, corruption within the police force, drug trade, gambeling and the unrelenting drink problem haunting all Australians. I had never imagined Sydney's seedy past to have been so... naughty. Very reminiscent of Italian mafias and American gangsters of the 1920s and 1930s. Fascinating. However what impressed me the most, was the fact that I was sitting in an old police station watching a film about how corrupt and incompetent the NSW police force was. You have got to respect the Aussies for embracing every aspect of their history. I suppose they just have to make the most of what little they have... (ooooooooo).

After the 'Sin City' exhibition I walked around the old cells, the court house and learnt all about Ned Kelly and various 'crimes of passion' through the ages. I would definitely recommend it. Not the most prolific of museums but it was two hours well spent in my view. Well worth the $4.

After that I wandered across the road to meet Michelle at Circular Key to go on a mini adventure around Sydney. We had a lovely day just chatting, eating and drinking, whilst squeezing in a few of Sydney's shopping centres. After a quick pitt stop at a tattoo parlour we met Georgie and Sylvain at 'Pocket' a lovely bar off Oxford St. I felt like I was in East London! An eclectic mix of furniture, waiters and waitresses wearing skinny jeans, rolled up short sleeves, a sprinkling of tattoos here and there. A home away from home.

We then took a bus up to 'The Rocks ' and ventured to 'Lowenbrau'. The others had been there a few times before but I had never sampled its delights and I am sooooo glad we made it there before I left. It was quite the experience.

'Lowenbrau' is a Bavarian bar where you are served a variety of beers by busty women and lederhosen clad chaps all in 1ltr glass tankards. You sit on long wooden tables and sip your bucket of alcohol whilst being serenaded by three middle-aged men, wearing the shortest lederhosen I have EVER seen playing an accordion, a tuba and a tiny drum kit. It was so much fun. The four of us embraced it all and ended up having the band come over just to us to play us a German drinking song. At least I think that was what it was as they kept making us hold our drinks up and then drink them to the count of three. Good times had by all.

After being waved off at Circular Quay I walked George Street for the last time. It was a good 30minute walk back to my hostel at midnight but I loved it, apart from the guy in the lotus who kept pulling up and offering me a ride, it was very pleasant.

Not having had the best impression of Sydney at first it finally won me over. It took you a while Sydney but you got there. I wish I were staying.