As the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining, and today ours came in form of a washing machine and indoor bathroom. We woke up this morning sad that it was our last day with Johno but so looking forward to doing some laundry and using a proper indoor bathroom for the first time in a while (we won't admit how long it's been exactly…!). We needed to drop the van off in Brisbane where we'd stay a few nights but thought we'd head to the nearby Glass House Mountains along the way. The famous range is a group of eleven hills that rise slightly inland from the Sunshine Coast. The mountains were named by our old pal, explorer James Cook. We feel we've come to know this fella pretty well during out time in Australia as he seemed to discover most of the East Coast in the 1700's. Apparently the peaks, which are easily visible from the coast, reminded him of the glass furnaces of his home county of Yorkshire... just in case you were wondering... These days there's a super friendly tourist office in the region, which became our first port of call as we drove down unsealed roads to enter the region. We'd yet to book a hostel in Brisbane for tonight and the staff let us use a phone to make a reservation. We then used their computer to keep searching as the one we'd planned on staying at was fully booked... that'll teach us for leaving it until the last minute. The staff then told us where to find the best view of the mountains in what turned out to be a drizzly and cloudy morning.The advice turned out to be spot on, as the view was fantastic and the recommended café near the viewpoint was great. We munched on yummy sarnies and tempting cakes with gorgeous views over a green hill where plenty of kangaroos hopped around us. We could even see one female carrying a joey in her pouch. Sweeeet! After lunch, we drove off to Brisbane in the rain where we waved a fond farewell to Johno at the Apollo motorhome carpark. A short walk to the train station and our train would take us within walking distance of our YHA hostel. If first impressions counted then we wondered what we were doing in Brisbane as our train chugged along from the suburbs to the centre. After nearly two weeks of mostly countryside and cool beaches, it was a shock to the system arriving in a concrete city which seemed to be lacking in beauty, character, charm.... pretty much most of the things us tourists crave. But we persevered to our hostel, keeping an open mind. Hostels here in Australia are notoriously old, grubby, and expensive but this YHA was fairly smart. The dorm beds were occupied so we had to fork out for a private room with shared bathroom. It's a novelty and feels quite strange to be able to sit up in bed without hitting our heads on the van roof. And then the moment of truth... time to do some laundry. Clearly it was time as even the check in girl insisted. At least, she asked if we knew where the laundry room was at least five times when we arrived... Once we were sparkly clean, we hung out in the hostel bar for a few hours as we waited for our bank back in the UK to open. Our credit card has been declined a few times recently and we're fairly sure we haven't blown the budget just yet. Once we finally got through the operator asked: 'have you not been to Vietnam recently?' Errr... no. It turned out some (un)kind soul had maxed out our account after cloning our card in Asia. Thankfully, the bank were very helpful and reimbursed us immediately. The only trouble was they had to close down our account which meant an evening of working out how to spend until new cards could be sent to us ...The woes of a traveller, eh! With that boring stuff sorted it was time to relax and make the most of our lovely private room. Tomorrow it's back to old-school sightseeing on foot so we need to rest up!