The next day we had another slow start. My continued Jetlag and the unpredictable weather meant we were unsure about what to do with ourselves. Finally, Seb made our minds up for us as it was his last day and he insisted on going to Bondi beach. A short bus ride later and the three of us clad in shorts, flip-flops and t-shirts stumbled down onto a empty wind-swept beach which, had it not been for the occasional Japanese tourist (who, fully-cla...

On the 17th I landed in Sydney to meet my old head-of-house/school chum Nick Stafford. The flight was easy as my fellow flyer was a South African grandmother who after a few (6) hours tierd of telling me about her aussie grandchildren and let me get some well earned sleep. I had craftily attempted to somehow dodge getting jet-lag by setting my watch to Sydney time well in advance, and was proud when I felt not a little bit sleepy on meeting Nick at the airport. T...