Back in Sydney we started preparing for the arrival of Tom's brother Gaz and mate - Ben. We made them a lovely sign to greet them at the airport, edged with balloons and waited with it at the barrier. They got through Austrailias ruthless customs in record time, probably becuse they had their duty-frees confiscated in Hong-Kong, and looked pretty perky considering the lengthy flight and hiddeous time difference. i think they were just pleased to see us!
We dropped their stuff off at the hostel and headed straight out into the city. we decided the best way to see al the sights in the relatively short space of time (and to kerb the inevitable walking whinges from Ben!) would be to take the hop-on, hop-off sight seeing open top bus. It was a good way to see the city. Of course we spent most of our time at the harbour bridge and the Opera house, which are both stunning to see up close. Sydney is so much more spacious and clean than London. But I guess in comparison it is brand spankinly new. The boys took a turn for the worse by early afternoon, so we let them have a sleep to recover. They were out in seconds.
The next day after much activity and awakeness in the early hours (Ben and Gaz), we went to pick up our campervan, which is to be our home for the next three weeks, on road trip no.2, all the way up the East coast to Cairns. Our campervan was called Jim. And after a little briefing on safety checks to make and how to deal with a kangaroo we were off. As a little warm up we took him to Bondi beach for a run. Bondi was as you would imagine. Hiddeously commercial and touristy and packed to the seams with people. I was more interested in the 'Shark Watch' helecopters buzzing above.
With the campervan running like a dream we headed back to the hostel to get him loaded up for the trip. It took us ages to pack him the first time, but as with all things, everything gradually found its place as the trip progressed, and by the end we had it down to a fine art. We were ready to go.