Melbourne, the fast version

So I've discovered how it can be so cheap to get a bed in the middle of downtown Melbourne. You give a permit to the workers over the road to keep working through the entire night. I've had better nights in my life.

But, being in a city, I managed to find the Pretzel bakery again. I tried to ask for a Butter Pretzel but obviously slaughtered those two words so badly in English that the response over the counter was in German. Something in my brain doesn't seem capable of putting the english word 'butter' in front of the german word 'Pretzel' and let my mouth get away with that.

My travel mates all found themselves a restaurant to eat breakfast which was far more keen on showing you what your meal looked like when it was alive, than I was willing to stomach again, so I got to go through Melbourne ... the fast version. And that meant working out how the tram system works. This would have been easy had my assumption of: 'all trams go straight and if you want to change directions, you change trams' actually had any grain of truth to it.

We met up with a friend of my fellow travellers and then slowly made our way out of the city. Just a couple of navigation mistakes later and we got onto the Great Ocean Road. I was leading the convoy at the time, and had been trying to keep my driving civilised, but found myself unable to continue this trend when the curvy great ocean road beckoned me to throw the soft drink cans in the boot constantly from one side to the other.

Tomorrow there is hope for slightly better weather, and more sunlight to enjoy the road/sights.