After the chaos of the evening before, we weren't exactly sure what to expect when we emerged from our room in the morning. Luckily things had calmed down and now backpackers were just sitting around on laptops skyping and chatting - clearly the stereotype is spot on.
The location of the hostel was great in terms of breakfast as there was shopping centre at the top of the street that sold vegemite on toast (my new favourite!) for only $4.
Once the need for food was dissipated, we made the decision to go on the hostel's BBQ trip to Bondi Beach to allow our feet to recover from our walking in Canberra.
One thing we found out very quickly was time urgency was not present in our hostel, and 30 minutes after the scheduled time, we headed to Bondi with 5 others (Curtis, David, Laura, Keeley and Shenain).
Another thing we found out about travelling was that Brits always seem to attract Brits - Mikaela was the only non-Brit in the group.
The promised BBQ on Bondi Beach turned out to mean Curtis just bought us burgers which David tried to BBQ with no cutlery, plates or napkins and a swarm of seagulls loitering around.
However, the company and the beach certainly made up for the poor lunch and we had a very relaxing afternoon jumping in the waves and sunbathing.
The beach itself was a lot smaller than I had anticipated (from watching more episodes of Bondi Beach than I would like to admit), but the sand was smooth and clean and while the waves were strong, they were certainly refreshing!
Heading back to the hostel we stopped off to get essentials at the supermarket: alcohol, bread, orange juice and pasta sauce.
After showering (in a relatively dirty shower), we went to make dinner but since Keeley and Shenain had made a drastic mistake with portion control (we could relate), we ended up finishing their tomato pasta.
The event for the evening was a goodbye to someone called Glenn who it was clear, by the fancy dress and amount of alcohol consumed, deserved one hell of a send-off. I also got to experience my first party bus to World Bar's Coyote Tuesdays, and I'm still not sure I've been able to make sense of it…or recover from it.
We had leave at 7.40am the next morning for our Blue Mountains trip, so being very sensible (and because it was so hot you couldn't breathe in the club), we headed back to the hostel to try and get some sleep!