This article was written 14 years ago in 2006 when I was just 21, so I ask you not to judge the writing too harshly! The text is as it was originally published.
So after being asked on several occasions yesterday "Do you need a youth hostel mate?" (apparently falling asleep on the chairs in an airport arrivals terminal for more than six hours makes you look like you are one of the homeless), James and Heather arrived with copious amounts of luggage.
We grabbed a fast drink and decided that we needed to get from Sydney to Melbourne that night. The original plan had been to catch the 12hr coach, but this was less than appealing, so instead we booked ourselves onto an internal flight, and after stuffing ourselves with noodles we boarded and cut the travel time down by ten hours. It was the third time I had landed in Australia in a day, and I still hadn't been outside.
We booked into a hostel downtown (where we are now) and are awaiting the arrival of Andrew (a friend/fellow placementeer of James and Heather). Looks like there might be an impromptu visit to the Neighbours set during the delay, as despite James' initial estimations, he might not be here until tomorrow.
Got to dash, but we need food and to explore Melbourne...
This post was first published on Tue Jun 20 2006 originally on justbeyondthebridge.co.uk, my former personal blog