The days have become ablur. Not a blur, mind you, for they are a series of distinctly separate blurs, including the blur of being kicked out of Cheeky Monkeys nightclub, the blur of repeatedly falling off a surfboard, and the one long blur of my daytrip (trip being the operative part of that word) t...
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I rise at 06:00 and take to the streets. I am not a man for early starts, but I must discover if Byron is a town for me before it is time for me to check out and stumble the streets in the burning Australian heat. During the day, Aquarius hostel is disarmingly quiet. Perhaps it is not so mu...
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I arrive in Byron in the middle of the night. My hostel, Aquarius, is a maelstrom of humanity – some of which is...sticky?! Apparently tonight is “Girls Wrestling In Jelly For Cash Prizes...Night”. I'm pretty broke...and I have long hair... Perhaps if I had a shave... The fatigue of the...
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So this is Brisbane, my transfer to Byron Bay. The second I land, I realise I have made a mistake by sacrificing all my plans in Queensland to save a few bucks and a week of my time. In reality there is no need to rush, but always I feel the pressure. It grates on my soul. Immediately, I miss th...
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