Catching a bus to Sydney Harbour proved wildly efficient. All buses required you to have an opal card which is prepaid and topped up easily using machines in the numerous bus stations. This meant that the bus barely paused at stops as people just hopped on and beeped their cards on pay points before and after their journey were the fee was automatically deducted. Stepping out from the bus you couldn't fail to notice the incredible Sydney Opera house, perched on ...

Waking up far too early for my liking we walked to a sea front cafe to meet one of Jodie's friends, Charlotte, for breakfast. She turned out to be lovely, roughly eight foot in height and recommended things on the menu for us to try. Chelsea, heeding Charlotte's advice, went for a corn fritter with bacon and avocado whereas I got back in touch with our Bali holiday and had nasi goreng (a fried rice dish with bacon and chicken with a runny fried egg on top, it's a...

Waking up to Heinz beans on toast (the British recipe) seemed to be a sign of good things to come as a vague outline of normality was coming back into view. The plan today was to walk along the coastline to Bondi Beach, something I was really looking forward to as it's such an iconic place. Walking along Tripadvisor's third rated 'thing to do' in Sydney was great! The views were incredibly picturesque and accompanied by a thick slice of banana bread toast the da...

Being greeting with a smiling woman in Sydney airport was such a treat after the stone-faced Indian airport staff that I almost fell forward and clung to her shins in tearful ecstasy - thankfully, I held it together and handed over my passport for inspection without so much as a whimper. Despite our passports having to be scanned a few times (Chelsea's finger marks are still in my arm, where she gripped me in fear that I'd done something else wrong) we had easy ...

Asking our receptionist to book our transfer to the airport for the forth time was a classic example of India's inefficiency and we eventually lugged our rucksacks into the boot of a taxi and rolled towards the airport. It's 5am and the roads are eerily quiet for an Indian city. Arriving at the airport with a punctual three hours before departure as planned was a relief. We wobbled towards our Sky Airways counter and could barely contain our excitement at the t...