The parts of the bike are meant to arrive in sydney (100km away) at lunchtime. The Miners museum is not far from Sydney so I spend the morning down a coal mine listening to the horrific stories from an old coal miner. I head into sydney mid-afternoon to check if the parts have arrived. I had expected that they wouldn't, an they haven't. I'm assured they will be here tomorrow. Back at the hostel I meet Kelly (Boston) and Sarah (Montreal) and we share around some bottles of red. We get news that the ferry from London to Port aux Basque has run aground and that all trips are cancelled until the 6th.