Byron Bay - which was nice...
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After leaving Jen's and Wingham, we went further North to Byron Bay.
We arrived at the hostel in the evening to find it FULL of young, idiot girls, the kind of girls who Pink sang about in her song 'stupid girls'. They were all giggly, wandering around in nothing but bikinis and agonising over whether a saturday night dress could actually be worn on a different day of the week, oh joy.
We spent quite a bit of time reading books by the beach, being slightly terrorised by seagulls. Byron is very money driven, plenty of shops and expensive tours to occupy your time and wallet, which didn't leave us a huge number of options. Although free meals at the hostel free-ed (??) up a couple of dollars for a cheeky beer or 2 in the eveing.
One thing we did really want to do was the walk up to Cape Byron, the most easterly point in Australia. According to our guide book, the Australians thought that Captain Cook had named it after the poet, and so named the street names accordingly (Shelley etc), whereas it was actually named after his grandfather! We knew it was going to be a long walk, so packed suitable provisions (forgot food and water but was carrying a heavy book) and headed in the general direction.
Several thousand steps later we arrived at the top, the easternmost point of Australia, with fantastic views of the headland and beaches that we had walked past. We were even lucky enough to spot a few dolphins from up there, but that was not the best of our dolphin viewing that day.
There is not much else I can say about Byron Bay. If we had money to burn we would have been in tourist heaven, jumping out of planes, buying designer surfwear, drinking expensive cocktails. As it was, we were surrounded by people who we had nothing in common with and spent a lot of time reading, which was nice....