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 telling them how to get there!)

Our room was pleasantly private considering we were sharing with 6 other people. We had our own light, plug and shelf and the beds were positioned so you can't see anyone else, luxury!

After showering we went to the only place that appeared open on a dead Monday night in Brisbane: McDonalds. However, even this became too much to handle when they informed us they had no chips, and only 4 chicken nuggets left. Too amused to be angry, we ate our dinner and then decided to check out the hostel bar 'Birdees'.

This too was not particularly busy and when they closed at 1.30pm we ended up spending our last night together the same way we spent our first: going to bed at 2am absolutely shattered after a few glasses of wine.