At Brisbane airport I reunited with my elusive-until-now chap, Neil, aka, ginge, and we took the airtrain (14 dollars) to Roma St station then caught the good old greyhound to Byron Bay, via Surfers, where we collected Geen and Paul. We booked into our own little apartment in the Outrigger Complex - another 2 whole weeks of luxury instead of hostel dwelling. Byron Bay is a proper little surf town and exactly what you picture Australia to be like, with a beautiful long beach, full of surfers and lovely little shops, boutiques and restaurants. And, not one McDonalds or KFC to be found. Lovely. They also have a number of good bars, including the Beach bar, Railway bar and the Great Northern pub, which became our local. There was usually a duff band playing in one
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