Bruce and Sheila

Its true what they say about Brisbane. It is a beautiful city, with a fantastic vibe. Andre and I have started the next leg of our journey. We said goodbye to Britt at her backpackers in the city. Shes off home later today. In a rush of excitement and nerves, we rashly hired a humungous car. Andre convinced me that it was the sensible thing to do, and would save time, money and our sense of humour in schlepping the bike boxes around. We christened him Bruce (c'mon, theres no way that car is a girl!) Our trusty Aussie GPS is Sheila, and together they make a formidable team.

This is a picture of Bruce outside Nic and Maureen's beautiful house just outside Brisbane. After a night at the local pub, we feel like we've known them for years.

Walking into this little "local" in the village of Samford Hill, we seriously looked around for the cameras. It looked as though we had arrived on a movie set and Crocodile Dundee was about to burst through the swing doors. The locals were unbelievably friendly, and the owner of the bar bought us all a drink and gave us a free bowl of fried rice and chicken wings (Monday's chow)

We were taught a couple of really cool pub games, one of which involved trying to get a ring on a string to catch on a hook at the doorway. Andre was pretty good at it.
We're off bright and early this morning to make our way vaguely towards Coffs Harbour. Hold thumbs that we find the horse riding/ farm stay / cattle muster experience that I'm after!

I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I'm really awake!