After walking through Kings Cross with my rucksack at 10pm, dodging the drunken crowds & the strip club bouncers, I made it to the Greyhound coach terminal in one piece. Some cruel b***** at the hostel told me Greyhound buses provided free wifi. That person lied. This meant thirteen hours with no internet connection, on a coach packed full of sweaty, smelly, restless travellers. I worked out it's like travelling from Bournemouth to the Highlands of Scotland, ...

This is my fifth and last night in Sydney, as tomorrow I flee up the East Coast to Byron Bay. I'm super excited. It's somewhere that a lot of people have recommended that I go to, plus I'm meeting up with some of my buddies from Melbourne whilst I'm there. Oh, and it's also where I hope to learn to surf. Yeah, me...surfing. Don't laugh. I totally could have been in Home and Away. Sydney has been great though. It's a lot more of a 'city' than Melbourne; much bigge...

I've finally arrived in sunny Sydney after a fantastic week in Melbourne. I have left some great mates there. Mates I really hope I see again. Abi my Liverpool friend, Luke, Aimee, Jen, Liam, Mark, and Darren (who is the funniest drunk I've ever met). I'm covering quite a lot on this blog, so it might be a big'un. The hostel where I'm staying in Sydney is a lot different to the Base hostel in St Kilda. It's small, cosy, and seems like everyone here knows everyone...