Strange how every one I said "I just got back from Byron Bay" asked "Did you get stoned" or made remarks on similar lines. Little did I know that Byron Bay is considered the Pot Capital of Australia.
I should find out more about my holidays destinations next time.
This revelation however does explain why while waiting for my small cone and banana and blueberry milk shake with honey there was a guy rolling a Big One in front of the shop. It in fact explains quite a few things I saw while I was out in town with friends. At least stoners don't get violent.
Before that little excursion into the Nigh Life of Byron Bay though, we visited the Eastern Most Point of Mainland Australia. As much as I would love to debate the validity the location's claim on the basis of the fractal dimension of coast lines, I digress. The light house there held special fascination for me as its the first light house I have seen up close. I must say its very stylish.
After the light house lost its shine (boom da tish!) a bit of night coastal cliff walking was done. Some rather adventurous individuals including myself went out in midst freezing gale and crashing waves and climbed out onto an outcrop that more or less dare the sea to destroy it. That was dangerous, reckless, careless. But it was fun :-)
Oh, before I forget, there stood a statue holding a working bronze bell one the winding foot path around the cliff head. It was rung many, many, many, many, many... many times.
Anyway enough rambling from me. Here, have a prime clock and a deviation.
[Byron Bay]Cheers,
Steve
P.S. I did shit in my exams