Byron Bay, OZ
Well, I'm wrapping things up in Byron Bay and getting ready to move up the Gold Coast to Brisbane, which I plan to get into by Friday at the latest. Byron's nice, and I could see staying here but I've spent time in surf towns (see Raglan) and there's other things that await down the road. I had an alright Friday night went out with the family to a backpacker bar (pretty cheese but you know what the music's gonna be and they always play a few good dance songs).
Saturday, I decided I needed some space and had to do my own thing. I went out with some guys I'd met in the hostel and at first hit the same two bars that everyone seemed to have gone to. I ended up moving on to a small club by myself. It had good music playing and a fun dance floor. As the lights came up, I'd met half a dozen Ozzies and realized that the night was just beginning again. Sarah, a local from Byron, mentioned a 7am World Dance Event. I'm not sure what she was on about, but the rumor was that there was to be a 7am sunrise music set on the beach. This sounded good to all and I went with four others to Timo's place for a small post/pre party before heading to the beach. The group at this point was Timo, another Ozzie whose name is escaping me at the moment (it's a normal name so I'm not way off with Ben or Andy, I'm thinking), Kirra Lee and Karla. The latter two are both incredibly fit ladies from Brisbane who were down in Byron for the Saturday night. When I say fit I mean that Kirra is a PT instructor and Karla works in the gym as well, so both are rock hard. It's a good thing I don't worry about my physique anymore. At Timo's there was ping pong, drinking, dancing, smoking but absolutely, "NO PASHING!"
Timo's place was on a hillside a few hundred meters from the beach so it had a perfect view of the sunrise which I knew that I'd be seeing. At the end of the day, it's the only way I really enjoy a sunrise is at the end of a very long night. I will say know for a variety of reasons this was one of the top 5 sunrises that I've ever seen, absolutely.
Sunday grew warm and I started it with a grin. I left Timo's with the girls who were also checked into a backpacker's downtown. We decided to take some time for showers and then head out for a Breaky. I had Chinese eggs which were pretty good. Poached, wok fried with shallots and some other things and then soy sauce. Different, which is always fun. The day was then spent lounging about near and on the beach with K&K. They finally got the energy for the drive back to Brisbane and I borrowed Wes' surfboard and went to a beach. Now, I haven't surfed since Raglan which I left in April, so no I didn't manage to accomplish much more than paddling for about an hour. That was good enough for me it was simply nice to get in the water for a bit.
Now, in terms of the family, the divorce papers have been finalized and the wife got custody rights, well I've got partial visiting rights. They have elected to go on to Brisbane seperately from me which is pretty much what I expected when I pulled in here. At the end of the day, it's for the best. The wheels came off for me, and it's time to move on, as I do.
But I've got my eye turned North now, and I'm looking forward to Brisbane and the weeks ahead. Karla is a singer and performs in a bar cover band most weekends so I plan to go see her sing next weekend. Kirra says she knew of a few fun clubs in Brisbane which sounds perfect. In Brisbane I'm get my last taste of a Western city for some time, I don't think most of the places I plan to hit from this point forward in OZ are that large in size, though I could be wrong. So, I go, wrung out, unravelled and frayed bumbling up into Brisbane to recharge the batteries and start things fresh with a smile.
"It is a Dream! I will Dream On!"
Saturday, I decided I needed some space and had to do my own thing. I went out with some guys I'd met in the hostel and at first hit the same two bars that everyone seemed to have gone to. I ended up moving on to a small club by myself. It had good music playing and a fun dance floor. As the lights came up, I'd met half a dozen Ozzies and realized that the night was just beginning again. Sarah, a local from Byron, mentioned a 7am World Dance Event. I'm not sure what she was on about, but the rumor was that there was to be a 7am sunrise music set on the beach. This sounded good to all and I went with four others to Timo's place for a small post/pre party before heading to the beach. The group at this point was Timo, another Ozzie whose name is escaping me at the moment (it's a normal name so I'm not way off with Ben or Andy, I'm thinking), Kirra Lee and Karla. The latter two are both incredibly fit ladies from Brisbane who were down in Byron for the Saturday night. When I say fit I mean that Kirra is a PT instructor and Karla works in the gym as well, so both are rock hard. It's a good thing I don't worry about my physique anymore. At Timo's there was ping pong, drinking, dancing, smoking but absolutely, "NO PASHING!"
Timo's place was on a hillside a few hundred meters from the beach so it had a perfect view of the sunrise which I knew that I'd be seeing. At the end of the day, it's the only way I really enjoy a sunrise is at the end of a very long night. I will say know for a variety of reasons this was one of the top 5 sunrises that I've ever seen, absolutely.
Sunday grew warm and I started it with a grin. I left Timo's with the girls who were also checked into a backpacker's downtown. We decided to take some time for showers and then head out for a Breaky. I had Chinese eggs which were pretty good. Poached, wok fried with shallots and some other things and then soy sauce. Different, which is always fun. The day was then spent lounging about near and on the beach with K&K. They finally got the energy for the drive back to Brisbane and I borrowed Wes' surfboard and went to a beach. Now, I haven't surfed since Raglan which I left in April, so no I didn't manage to accomplish much more than paddling for about an hour. That was good enough for me it was simply nice to get in the water for a bit.
Now, in terms of the family, the divorce papers have been finalized and the wife got custody rights, well I've got partial visiting rights. They have elected to go on to Brisbane seperately from me which is pretty much what I expected when I pulled in here. At the end of the day, it's for the best. The wheels came off for me, and it's time to move on, as I do.
But I've got my eye turned North now, and I'm looking forward to Brisbane and the weeks ahead. Karla is a singer and performs in a bar cover band most weekends so I plan to go see her sing next weekend. Kirra says she knew of a few fun clubs in Brisbane which sounds perfect. In Brisbane I'm get my last taste of a Western city for some time, I don't think most of the places I plan to hit from this point forward in OZ are that large in size, though I could be wrong. So, I go, wrung out, unravelled and frayed bumbling up into Brisbane to recharge the batteries and start things fresh with a smile.
"It is a Dream! I will Dream On!"
posted by Bob Stein at 6:33 PM
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