I've just returned from five nights in Melbourne, Australia. I lost my wallet at one point, backtracked for several hours through half a dozen shops looking for it until I reached a 7/11 convenience store. I joined the end of the store queue just in time to hear the shop assistant say to another shop assistant, "If a lady comes back looking for her wallet, I'll put it over here..." I jumped up and down, waving, in my excitement. "Me! Me! It's my wallet!" Everything was safe inside, money, credit card (which I'd already cancelled), and my bank card which couldn't be accessed without a PIN. Whoopee! I still had to pay my hotel bill and luckily I had a second credit card kept in a different place from the first.
I went on an hour long up-hill guided walk in the Grampian Mountain Range, at a place that is called The Grand Canyon. I cannot understand why the Go West tour guide didn't cancel the walk when as we got to the foot of the hill it started to rain The track was comprised completely of rocks. Rocks that got slippery and slide-y as we progressed, and the rain got heavy.
Remember last year when I got all traumatised riding a horse? Well, it was the same on this trek; I was so tense and stressed out I was scared I might slip on a wet rock and end up wih another bad knee; bang would have gone my hiking trip this summer down the Abel Tasman National Park.
More photos from Melbourne later ..