Once we had all eaten breakfast and ready, Beryl started the drive towards the Three Sister's lookout near Katoomba. On the way I noticed on the left hand side there was a pathway for cyclists next to the motorway which I thought was good. Once there, I asked if there was a story behind why it was called the three sisters, and an Englishman overheard. According to his friend, a father wanted to protect his daughters from a beast and so turned them into stone and ...

Ian dropped me and Beryl off at Manly ferry wharf, and we got a ferry into Sydney CBD. I really appreciated having Beryl with me as she was pointing out things on the way, like the quarantine they used to put diseased immigrants in once they'd reached Sydney, and an island they starved convicts on. She was also good at being my photographer (so I could prove it was me there). Once we'd reached Circular Quay, we walked up and around the Opera House. I needed the...

Katie reckoned she would be over the limit to drive us to the airport, so Bex drove us there instead although because I wasn't in charge of when I got there, it made me feel a bit nervous I would miss my flight (I don't think I have ever, or will ever again, check-in and then straight away be able to board (when final boarding's was being called!). Alice had decided to go back to Melbourne for a couple of days before meeting up with me in Sydney, so we parted way...

I had to leave Dan's house before they had their security check or something, so didn't get to say goodbye as I think he was still asleep, so I used Travel Bugs Wi-Fi to search how to get back to Noble Close (where both Trish and Grant, and Katie lives). I think Bex and Alice were quite impressed I managed to get to Trish's without any help. We chilled out there for a bit, and then me and Alice headed back to Katie's as we were going to have a pretend Australia D...

There were a few other people apart from Bex we wanted to surprise, so Bex drove us into town so we could go to the Reef. At first we thought Dave wasn't there but he was tucked away on the sofa. We swindled a free can of drink from him, and then went to look round. A French guy called Joe was still there, preparing what looks like it would have been a really nice meal for everyone. Apparently there are a couple of really good cleaners at the moment so the kitche...