right we were. If ever anyone goes and stays at Bondi Beach do not stay at Bondi Backpackers, it is an awful, grubby, shabby hovel with cell like rooms, it was horrible. We couldn’t believe how much it had cost, it really was one of the most grotty places we have ever stayed and after about 5 minutes in the room we were both itching to get out of it. Why didn’t we just go straight to Jason and Chantay’s??? Before we ventured out we went down to the kitchen to get a brew and had our first encounter with the resident fake hippy. What an annoying man, or whether we are just getting two old and wise to be fooled by such pretend enlightened souls who knows. But after all of the experiences and people we have encountered along our merry way, it was pretty tiresome hearing his clap-trap. He started off with, ‘hello beautiful people’, ‘hey brother all of the best beautiful intelligent people are the ones who wear glasses’, and much more of the same, whilst he was handing out flowers from a grotty old

shopping trolley and bombarding you with questions, but not waiting for an answer! His heart was probably in the right place but he was just annoying, it’s not 1960’s Big Sur and he definitely wasn’t Jack Karouac or Timothy Leary!!!

After a hasty getaway we decided it was time to hit the town. It took all of about 15 minutes to check it out, we were so cheesed off that we had bothered to come here, it was rubbish!!! There was nothing else left to do but go for a beer. Neither of us really wanted to drink much as we were going to stay with Jason and Chantay’s the night after and we definitely didn’t want a hangover!!! We found an Ok bar attached to another hostel that served cheap food, so we ate there. We then thought we’d go and check out another bar, we walked down the seafront, but were struggling to find just a bar, as most of them were restaurants but we eventually found one. It