One night in Alice

Sunday night was spent in Alice Springs. After I'd checked into my hostel I headed out for a bit of a wander to see what the place was like. By that point most of the shops were shut so I went to Melanka's, a bar/hostel, where I had myself a nice kangaroo fillet and met up with a group of people from my bus for a music quiz.

The five of us made a pretty good team as we all seemed to have slightly different tastes in music. My speciality seemed to be cheesy rubbish, a reputation that was cemented when I was the only one of the five that recognised Copacabana and knew that Barry Manilow sang it. The girls seemed to have rock and Indie well covered. Our fifth member, Michael, a German, specialised in David Hasselhoff and Right Said Fred.

After an average start and a disastrous third round we managed to salvage third out of around twelve teams so we left happy. After the late night before, and with an early start looming, it was early nights all round so I headed back to my hostel for a good night sleep just as the real party started kicking off in the bar.