The last of our Greyhound journeys saw Myself and Dan bound for Melbourne aboard the worst bus we'd been on and at 12 hours, one of the longest journeys. Because of a bad night's sleep the previous day, I had severe neckache, which meant I didn't have much sleep on the journey. OUr decisioin to bypass Canberra proved to be a wise choice as we drove through the centre of the ghost town. I thought that as it is the Capital, it was worth at least one night there, but after having been advised against it I'm glad we didn't bother. Arriving in Melbourne at 8am having had no sleep, the first priority was to find a bed. A minute after getting our bags on our backs, we were confronted by an Irish lad with a
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