The Yamba mozzies had left enough fluids in us to allow us to get moving the following day.
Nicole managed to avoid the worst of the onslaught and it was just me that looked like a chicken pox victim.
We got to Byron early afternoon and drove to the local lighthouse (Cape Byron) to admire the view.
we saw dolphins in the distance and we went and stood at Australias most easterly point.
The bustling centre of Byron Bay was alive with all sorts of folk from all sorts of places. Definitely not short of the odd Hippie or ten.
I did have to agree with my parents who had been there not so long ago...Byron is a great place. Full of young back packer types and hippies (old and young). Good bars and restuarants and a fantastic vibe.
We stocked up on food and then headed to the beach for lunch.
I had my afternoon swim and could not help but think that the whole time i had been in Oz, the surf had been very small. Not the way i had imagined it.
We found the most expensive camping spot in Australia to settle down. It was also probably the best as it was in Byron and on the beach and very pretty.
We headed to town for a few drinks and to see the sights and sounds. Really nice selection of bars along the way.
In the spirit of adventure I made Nicole try an oyster. Needless to say the image of her contorted face will stay with me forever. The napkin ate her oyster and i had the rest.
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