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October 19, 2016

19 October 2016 Byron Bay

img_0995Cape Byron State Conservation Area

Out for breakfast at the Byronian Cafe for porridge with berries and almonds. Very filling. I take a walk towards the beach, along the foreshore and up to the Byron Bay lighthouse. It is very pleasant weather, not too hot. There are many others out walking. Someone spots some dolphins in the water below so I watch them until they disappear. There are numerous sightings of whales as well and I finally get to see them and photograph them although they are a fair way away. From the lighthouse I walk towards Wategos Beach. A tourist is trying to see what’s making a rustling sound in the bush. We can hear it but can’t see it. It remains a mystery. Another tourist sees a snake. I keep walking!

I stop for lunch at The Pass Cafe. A pair of colourful birds stop to play in front of me. Of course I’m too slow to get a photo but the picture is still in my head. Keep going past Clarke’s Beach towards the town centre. Take a ‘shortcut’ down Patterson St, past Evans St where the yoga retreat will be, towards Top Shop Cafe and back to Ruskin House. Good to know there is only 1km between the two places I will be staying.

Spend some time relaxing in the courtyard of my accommodation. Venture out again but I have trouble locking the door of my room. Not sure if I’m holding my mouth right but it’s not working for me. I seek out Gavin who tries another key that works perfectly. It’s not just me!

Off for another walk around town. Settle on Mexican (again) at Miss Margarita. Get a mojito while I wait for a table. Doesn’t take that long but the wait for someone to take my order stretches beyond what is reasonable. I’m not in a hurry though and when my nachos finally come they are worth the wait.

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October 19, 2016

18 October 2016 Melbourne to Byron Bay

Craig picked me up to go to the airport but by the time we were halfway there I got a text to say my flight had been delayed to 2pm. Oh well, kept going and I killed a couple more hours.

Terminal 4 is interesting. Jetstar has grown a bit since last year. They require you to check into a ‘kiosk’ to get your boarding pass and luggage tag. I already had my boarding pass but it spat out another one anyway. Putting my luggage on the conveyor belt was fun. It wouldn’t accept my suitcase until I took off every other old sticker. Took a while to realise that was the problem though!

The waiting area is full of eateries and not many other kinds of stores. There wasn’t any place I could sit without hearing noise from screens or advertising, not to mention the constant information from airlines about flights. It did my head in.

Finally my flight was open so then I traipsed along to Gate 44, which is not the furthest away but quite a long way. More waiting while people disembarked the plane.

On the plane I was boxed in with a family beside me and behind me. I know the little boy didn’t really know any better but my patience for small children is zilch when they are constantly kicking my seat from behind or slamming the table into it. Daddy was next to me and did request he stop but it didn’t really work. It was a long 2 hours.

By this time I really need to get to my accommodation to chill out a bit but wait, there’s more waiting! The shuttle bus has to wait for another plane to arrive before we can move off after another half an hour delay.

I get to Ruskin House about 5pm (instead of 3pm) and have to call Lucie to come and let me in. She is volunteering for a film festival on here at the moment. My room is great. Just what I’m after. Finally I can relaaaaxxxx . . .

After settling in I take a walk down Jonson St, which leads straight to the beach. I wander around re-acquainting myself with the area and settle on a couple of tacos at Chihuahua for dinner. Catch a drumming band on the way back and the supermarket beckons so I get supplies for my stay.

 

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