Aahh, the last week or so in Melbourne was so much fun, it was a bit sad to leave in the end!
Prior to Pete's return, I explored all the quirky nooks of the city, went to the cinema, rode the free tourist bus, lost an entire afternoon in the museum not leaving 'til I was ushered out at closing time and spent a day in Geelong watching the bay criteriums from the comfort of the roadside whilst eating ice cream. Much better than suffering with all the cyclists!
When Pete got back, we made the most of his confused body clock by spending a night out with our friend Dan, dancing and drinking too much sambuca. The unfortunate consequences of which inspired me to repeat the words 'never again' for the entirety of the following day.
After that we spent the weekend on the beach, did some surfing and ate a family serving of fish and chips between us.
Next it was time to move on, so at 06:30 on a sunny Tuesday morning, I rode the bus to the beautiful Wilson's promontory and then on to a place called Lakes entrance, where I camped out for a few days and made the most of some big scary waves.
After those few days of solitude, the bus ride on up to Sydney was quite welcome, and made even better by the fact that there were only seven other travellers on the bus, so we ended up being quite a close little family.
Together we climbed Australia's highest mountain, salsa danced on the tables 'til the early hours and visited parliament house in Canberra before finally arriving in Sydney a couple of days later. After a final evening together, we had a tearful farewell and went off in our own separate directions to continue with our adventures independantly.
Now I'm here in Sydney, and just about coping with the contrasting lifestyle of the city after spending so long in the sticks, whilst eagerly anticipating the arrival of my friend Ellie who's been planning to visit Australia, so we're going to enjoy the adventure together for a while. Hooray!
