Having passed out at 6 the previous day, I slept right the way through till 8 the next morning. Everything from the last week had caught up with me. But now I was refreshed and ready for whatever the coast could throw at me!
We picked up the hire car, and headed down the coast to Byron Bay. The weather had changed for the better, and it was a scorcher! We kept our fingers crossed that it would be with down the coast. Doh!
As we got nearer to Byron Bay, the clouds closed in and it started to rain (again). But we weren’t going to let a bit of rain dampen our spirits. We arrived at Byron Bay, and realised the reason our accommodation was cheap… It was about 2miles outside the main town!
Our ‘room’ was like something out of Hidey Hi. It was a wooden shed, with a ceiling fan. A nasty bathroom – which I checked thoroughly for anything nasty as it was horrible. The beds were in an open pan room. We decided to make the best of a bad situation, and wandered to the beach. We thought we might as well take the scenic route into town.
The beach there is great! The waves aren’t too large for swimming, but big enough to muck around with body boards and the like. We looked along the beach, and in the distance could see the famous lighthouse. I had my fingers crossed that we’d be lucky enough to see dolphins as well!
As we strolled along the beach, about halfway between our hut and the town, it started to rain. I say rain, but it was more like a swimming pool falling from the sky. As we arrived after a run at the town, the rain stopped! Timing was perfect.
We took the opportunity to get a bite to eat, and watch the world go by. There’s some great people wandering around Byron Bay. It’s sort of a mixture of stoned 60 year olds, hippies, surfer dudes, and I swear the guy at the table next to us was the Dally Lama!
After a few scunas, the sun came out, so we decided to continue our stroll along the beach, round to the main headland looking for dolphins. We got to a viewing platform, but sadly there weren’t any around, so we had to make do with the 50 odd surfers trying to catch the waves breaking near the rocks.
As we strolled back to the hut, it became apparent that we had a slight problem. When the tide comes in, it cuts the beach in half. Unfortunately, or hut was on the other half.
That evening, we headed into town, had a fantastic meal, and spent the rest of the evening in a drunken haze.
