Byron Bay is the business. Full of cool surfers, loadsa wannabes and Paul Hogan’s pub. It bustles with beautiful people, all with the obligatory board thrust under their arm. A bit like after ski, no one ever sees them in the water, but they look good on land.
Met Di, again. And of course at Paul Hogan’s place. Paul eas actually around, anf you’d have thought that one old, white haired guy would have said hi to another one. But no. And I thought Ozzies were supposed to be social.
Di’s a regular in these parts. Loves the tingle tangle, decent clothes, massage, yoga (stretching for hippies according to our surf instructor – more later) and general ambience of one of the world’s coolest places.
No Oz trip is complete without a bit of surf and chic that is Byron.
Check out the lighthouse. One of the first spots spotted by a certain James Cook. The guy who “discovered” Australia. The fact that there was already umpteen thousand Aborigines here already is neither here nor there.
Which makes me wonder why the Ausies have a thing about poms. Let’s face it, they’re all fairly recent descendents.
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