She's HEALED!

We decided to book in for another night at Art’s Factory Hostel so we could use their facilities. It’s nice being a part of the hostel but having our own space in our caravans outside. The car park was packed with different types of campervans, backpackers and lizards. After we had showers and made grilled cheese sandwiches for brunch, we took the free shuttle bus into town. I’m surprised it made it out of the driveway, absolute dodgy bus with no windows. (Big lizard beside our caravan, below)

Byron Bay is a gorgeous small beach town, lots of surfers and hippys hanging out and skateboarding by. We headed for free internet at the local Travelbugs to do some research on a few options for our next stop off. Aine got her nose pierced; it’s her new backpacker look. Eimear also has a new backpacker look – these baggy trousers she bought in Thailand (hareem pants), her one long earing with feathers, lots of bracelets and her ‘wanky monkey’ necklaces. Combined with her unbrushed, long wavy hair, she looks like a right backpacker/hobo now, haha! Legend!

After interneting (spell check does not believe this is a word, stupid spell check) we followed the ‘salty air’ as some surfer dude directed us to find the beach. Byron main beach is beautiful and huge, lots of people surfing, kite-surfing and sunbathing. We joined in with the sunbathers, but it was crazy windy, no wonder there was lots of surfers, the swells were huge…. Haha…. That’s ‘waves’ to you city people, we are getting into the local lingo :p

On the way back to the hostel, we saw a sign that said ‘free BBQ’ in a small park in the town. So we took up the offer of course…. We are travellers of the world now and grab every opportunity, especially when it’s free. It was a Christian group who were running it, so they came through the line chatting to everyone while we patiently held our free buns in our hands waiting on free burgers.

One of the guys was going on about cutting his hand and it being healed or something, so Eimear decided to have the man, who was a tall ginger Christian named Kevin, to bless her Thailand scooter burn on her leg. The next day it actually looked a lot better, for once, go Kevin!

We had canned spaghetti on toast for dinner, which was exquisite and tickled the taste buds. Jamie Oliver eat your heart out.

We then started pre-drinking our lovely goon wine and headed for a club called Cheeky Monkeys in the town, where we danced on tables all night, not just us though, the whole dance floor was just tables, like everyone was on different levels, so bizarre and definitely not the ideal dance floor for a whole pile of drunk people. GREAT night though!