Mackay, Queensland
So I left you when Tom and I were on the Greyhound on our way to Mackay to see a man about getting a job washing dishes. What I didn't tell you is that we had no idea where we were going to sleep. We had googled beforehand places in Mackay and rang all of the one hostel in the town. It was fully booked, they recommended us another hotel which was at budget costs, and they were fully booked too. Things were looking bad. We were searching and searching for places...