You wake up and go for brekkie. It can't be hotter than yesterday. Oh yes it can. I woke up this morning with bright red knees and a red strip around my neck between the top of my T shirt and the bottom of my hair. I wasn't sure what today would do but it was scorching.

When we set off on this trip we knew we would be moving south and that it would get hotter. We had packed cold and wet weather gear for Canada and Northern USA. Now we were in hot and humid territories. Time to off load some of the kit.

We went to the GPO. The older ones among you will recognize GPO. It's still called that here. No Royal Mail or similar. We asked the nice lady about boxes and tarrifs etc. We were now in our hotel room armed with two boxes and a roll of packing tape ooer.

In goes the puffa jacket, the fleece, the hiking boots etc etc. Jump on it and squeeze it all in. 10kgs each at my guess.

We looked on a map and saw a post office symbol about 800 mtrs away from the hotel. No need for a taxi we're fit kiddies. This despite the fact that I've had a bad shoulder since before we left England. I overstretched lifting the BBQ out of the garage and ripped tendons left down my arm. Pain ? We're English. We didn't win two wars worrying about pain.

So off we set in searing heat with two 20lb boxes. After a mile we realized we had missed the turning and had to climb up a steep set of steps. Cue the Rocky music as we pumped up flight after flight. We arrived dripping with sweat, both our shoulders dislocated at the junction of Kent St and Argylle Place.

Is there a post office like the map said? No there F****** isn't. There's a post box and a smiley postman. Agghhhhhhhhhhhhh. G'day he says. Nah worries mate there's a post office about a mile away.

We collapsed on a bench. We must have looked close to death as a taxi stopped without hailing and said 'do ya need a ride'.Seven dollars later and we are at the post office.

We queued…..well it is a post office !!! Got to the front and presented our boxes. 'Have you done customs forms' says the nice man. WHAT, says we. 'Ya cant send it without a customs form mate'.

Ggrrrrrrrrrr off we go in a corner to fill out forms in triplicate. Give a detailed description of what is in the box it says. Then gives you a postage stamp sized space to write it.

Anyway we fill out the forms and go back to pay. ' Got any ID cobber' he says. At this point he doesn't realize how close to death he is. I've dragged this bloody box two miles through searing heat if you make me go back for my passport………………..

Anyway a bank card was ok.

We sent it all by ship as it's much cheaper but apparently we will be home before it.

Next stop, coffee.

After a lovely caffeine dose we headed for the maritime museum. Jill and I love ships and we had seen a submarine in the harbour. We paid our money and went on board. Cool.

I've worked with some ex-submariners. Now I understand why they are strange. It was fascinating on board. Cramped or what?

Next stop, Chinatown. As usual a dodgy gate and rows of restaurants.

Back to the hotel to get changed. Then a nice evening walk to Kings Wharf where we had a fab fish meal. After a saunter back and a glass of red on the dockside its time to lay on the bed and write this.