Excited to get our free breakfast at the hostel, we woke up only to find we both felt horrifically ill. Our throats felt swollen and it was virtually impossible to talk and breathe at the same time. After sending symptoms to my mum, we were diagnosed with exhaustion and what my mum likes to call 'travellers throat'. So sadly we had to skip breakfast to get in another 2 hours of sleep, in the hopes that this would mean we'd make it out of the hostel for Mikaela's...

We have been exceptionally lucky with the location of our hostels from the bus station. Until now. Arriving in Brisbane we realised we needed to get a train and walk for 10 minutes to get to our hostel. Deciding we were far too tired to mess around with public transport in the dark, we split a taxi with another girl and just about managed to get there. (It's starting to become apparent that London is the only place where taxi drivers know locations without you t...