Hello everyone! Guess what: I'm not dead!

Yeah, so it turns out that St. Kilda, where my Melbourne hostel was, is a pretty happening locale. Which translates into Ali goes out drinking and seeing live music every night of the week. Literally for two weeks straight, I think I saw at least one band per night. It was fantastic, and other than the weather, Melbourne is by far my favourite Australian city. Also, Kim, please note I went to Pearl on Tuesday morning, but apparently there is no breakfast menu on weekdays (what's up with that?!), so no french toast for me.

But sadly, all good things must come to an end. So yesterday I left the city in a tiny car (Toyota Yaris) with three other people (two German girls and an American guy) and all our stuff and we headed southwest. We spent last night in Port Campbell (only redeeming feature being that its close to the Twelve Apostles. The only pub in town charged $6.60 for a pint: highway robbery!!), and today made it to the Grampian Mountains. Which means we've pretty much completed the Great Ocean Road (spectacular!), as we head towards Adelaide. Tomorrow we're gonna try and find a hiking trail that leads to swiming, and then onto Adelaide Saturday, followed by Kangaroo Island (once considered the most lawless place in the British Empire).

We'll get back to Melbourne on Wednesday, and then early Thursday morning I'll be headed to Tasmania, which should be fun. I'm doing a six day tour, and then we'll see what happens. Apparently its cold, but its also really cheap, which is appealing.

Okay, that's enough parentheses for everyone, isn't it?