We went into town to pick up the car (slightly more expensive with the addition of some sort of insurance excess waiver, but still cheaper than a tour bus) and then picked our bags up from the hostel and went on a quest to find Ramsay Street. As mnentioned before, Mikey has a unique navigating style, so I left him to it for a while before pointing out the road he wanted (I'd mentioned it before but he wanted to try all the others first) and we finally made it out of town. According to the guide book, the Australians find the British interest in Neighbours quite strange but still manage to cash in on it: Monday night is Neighbours Trivia Night in a local pub, to which many cast members turn up, and there are numerous set tours you can join. I haven't seen the show since university, but it would be a shame to go past the street without visiting.

We drove deeper and deeper into a housing estate and it felt increasingly odd. We jumped out very quickly to take a couple of photos of someone's house and then ran away very quickly. Like the bleeding woman Robin found in his airing cupboard once, I was so embarassed.

That ordeal over, we made our way to the beach at St Kilda's, as recommended. Although pretty, it was freezing cold and starting to rain, so a quick walk is all we could manage. Mikey found a drug dealer in the loos and then we left town via Albert Park, the Grand Prix track.

This was the first racing track Mikey had drive on, and he was remarkably restrained, but that was mostly to do with the traffic in front of him. The bit we saw was palm tree-lined and bordered a lake, with a nice view of some skyscrapers in the distance. Then, finally, we left Melbourne and found our way to the Great Ocean Road, a stretch of highway along the coast built by ex-servicement to commemorate everyone who died in the first world war. It's supposed to be a particularly spectacular journey and while the inland bus or train journey to Adeleide would have been much cheaper, we wanted to see it.

The road had plenty of pretty views and other than a couple of photo stops, we got to Port Campbell, a little seaside town, just as it was getting dark. Our room was in a separate unit and I think we had the place to ourselves. We had a supper of everything we had left and then watched more stupid things on television, one of which had the guy from Sliders in it. Bed was very comfy and even had a proper duvet for once, so we had a good night's sleep.