So, we've arrived in Brisbane. I've always thought of Brisbane of something akin to Peterborough insofar as it has sports teams I hate and doesn't compare to other similar sized rival cities (i.e. Cambridge and Sydney)...however having spent the afternoon here I may have to change my mind (about Brisbane, not Peterborough - that is still, and always will be, a hellhole...) First things first...we bade farewell to our newest found enemies by not even saying goodbye to them (that'll teach 'em eh?) when we left. Tempting as it was to run them through with a sword we managed to bite our tongues although we did bitch about them on our way out to reception.

Arriving in Brisbane we were picked up by an absolute nutter who runs out hostel. He drove though the City at top speed chewing on a piece of cod whilst attempting to give us a guided tour. Jen thinks he is certifiably insane, I just think he's a little quirky. Either way he's made us feel very welcome at his hostel and he's got an even friendlier dog, a Wynerama called Mr Spock. We finally managed to pick up our State of Origin tickets for Wednesday night (although as I booked them using a credit card that now resides in Sheffield at my brother's house that was more trouble than it sounds...) and we are getting ready to meet up with Shane whom we met in Vietnam earlier in the trip. Should be a fun night. Tomorrow we're off whale watching at Moreton Bay providing we can find a tour that's cheap enough...