Sunday 20th April 2008

Most of the guys left at some crazy hour, and we checked out and stored our luggage so we could go down to the laundromat and dry/wash our clothes. Wandering along the waterfront, we bumped into Susanne and Barry, and grabbed a hearty breakfast with them, though Barry just had a beer, unsurprisingly. Susanne left to sort things out and Joff and I went back to the laundry room, suddenly remembering we had forgotten to pay for breakfast. A quick jog back sorted that, and revealed Barry was drinking more with another Irish guy that had appeared. The next 2 hours before our bus I spent drying my clothes 3 times, and getting more and more angry as they were still wet at the end of all the palava. Anyway, we bid farewell to Susanne (Barry was no where to be found) and got on our Greyhound towards 1770 with no hint of accommodation booked. Hardcore.

The trip was uneventful, in that I don't remember it in the slightest, except that we were extremely excited to be going to a town named numerically, with no inkling of what was there. On arrival we realised the slight error, when the only hostel with a bus to meet us said they were full up. So we wandered across the road to the only other hostel in town, and as we strolled in we saw Jamie, Lucie and Fi. We explained our predicament, and with bemused expression they explained they had booked us in, which was awfully nice and cool that we had to rely on some fresh school leavers to look after us. Anyway, the hostel was fantastic, with a cool attitude and easy going nature that didn't require dorms to be locked. We dumped our bags and went down to an outside beautifully kept court yard, outside the kitchen, where every night a really cool guy cooks a meal for everyone for just $5 each. We were a bit late but he let us have his own personal bread with the yummy beef stew he had concocted.

The rest of the night we chilled out at a table with a few cheeky beers, and a guy called Charlie joined us, who was cool, and we reminisced about fraser, possibly to the detriment of Charlie's evening as he had a crap time. In fact, he had the group we wanted to be with, and apparently after poor camping skills on the first night, resulting in Van sleeping, they all stayed in a $50 hostel the 2nd night! Anyway, we called it a night and went to bed as is the done thing, and we had excellent plans for tomorrow....