Coming back to Sydney and not being able to go back to Stanmore sucked!!! We stayed at this wee crummy hostel in Kings Cross but at least we got a chance to have a drink with Erin, Emily, Jenny and Leah from Chris' old work at the CWA. (Two for One at the Fountain rocks!)

Our Qantas flight from Sydney to Melbourne was great apart from the delay. They loved giving us food and drink. As we flew over Sydney we could see the Royal National Park coastline. The park is so big that we only ever managed to see part of it by foot.

On Saturday Melbourne was filled with mental Irish people dressed up like ejits. It took us a while to realise that Ireland were playing Australia in the rugby. Theoretically we could've gone to the game. There were tickets about on Saturday afternoon but we settled for the warmth of the pub as we were knackered and had no warm gear to sit on the terraces for two hours.

We have done a good few things since we got here. We visited Christine's Uncle Francie and Elaine in Garfield and had a barbeque, had a few drinks with our friend Edel that we met in Sydney and had coffee with Doireann at Southgate. We also went to the Austrian Centre for Moving Images and saw the Game On Exhibition where we played away on old video games from Pong, Space Invaders, Packman, King of Fighters (where Chris beat Dave's ass!, Lemmings, and Nintendo Wii. How cool is the Nintendo Wii by the way!!!! We want one!

On Tuesday we went on a tour of the Great Ocean Road. The weather held out and we managed to see some beautiful sights. Our tour guide was a complete mentalist which added to the craic. His name was Bernie and he looked like a crazed Santa on holiday. He was a typical Ozzie - big, brash and politically incorrect. He slagged everyone from the French, Belgian, Pommes, Canadian, Japanese, Dutch and American. He just called us the the Paddy's but we didn't get as much stick as everyone else which was surprising. He was impressed when we told him where we lived in Sydney as he said all the 'Paddy's' usually live in County Bondi. The two Belgian people got it the worst. He kept calling them Frenchies and Froggies and picked up snails and asked did they want a bite. Aww and the 'Ducthie' got it pretty bad too. Apparently everyone in Holland is big headed!

We stayed with Uncle Francie on Wednesday night. They took us to Phillip Island where they have a Summer house. We went to the zoo and saw The Nobbies. We also had another big barbecue but this time it was a proper barbecue with a fire. We weren't able to stay for the penguin parade but maybe another time. We took a walk on the beach and saw the sunset where Auntie May used to sit when she visited. It was beautiful.
Here are some photos
http://picasaweb.google.com.au/dougalbaa