

Sydney, New South Wales
Leaving Melbourne wasn't as heart-wrenching as it could have been. This was partly because I was coming back, partly because with a 15-hour-overnight (no chance of sleeping on Greyhounds believe me, it's not like South American buses) there wasn't a chance to get depressed, and partly because I was going back to my beloved Sydney.
Well, it WAS my beloved Sydney until I arrived and couldn't find a bed for love or money. My fault really - with summ...