The musketeers are all back together now and the hunt is on for a car for Rog and work for us all. He hadn't been in the country more than an hour before calling up about a car with desperate owners who had to leave the country in a few days, lovely let's see how little they'll take!! As it turned out the car was a bag of manure, they would be lucky to get $1000.

Another part of our agenda for the day was to find some accommodation that we could pay on a weekly rate as this is usually cheaper and thus gets a thumbs up. The first we saw was for want of a better word…vile! Wires hanging out the walls, Steve asked who had nicked the radiator (I think he was joking) and the woman's reply was "Oh, they have too", it stunk of smoke so we asked to see another but this was in a unit shared with a baby, hmmm not the best. I get the feeling this was more of a half way house and where the council puts the benefit brigade then a place we'd be happy. The 2nd place wasn't much better, filthy shared bathroom and cannabis den upstairs.

The 3rd place was much better but there was no parking so with all of those knocked on the head we opted for the backpackers option, not ideal by any extent as we're all bundled in the same room again but beggars can't be choosers.