The guide book had told us that the best way to arrive into Sydney was on a cruise liner into the Harbour. Our arrival on the Greyhound completely trumped that: we drove in over the Harbour Bridge, still slightly groggy from the 13 hour journey, with the Opera House below on our left and a huge ferry sailing under the bridge to then cruise past the Opera House. Wow. Dumping our kit in our room at the hostel in the city centre, we immediately headed up to the har...

We'd been a bit lazy and not booked a hostel before we arrived in Byron, but were soon taken in at The Arts Factory, a hippy retreat slightly out of the main town. We declined all offers for yoga classes and didgeridoo lessons and instead made our way to the beach to enjoy the afternoon sun, before exploring the many tourist shops on offer. The Arts Factory has its own cinema with cow-skin covered comfy sofas that we made use of in the evening, watching the Dyl...