“Bloody Byron Bay” was the bus drivers response when I told him my name and destination. Didn't really get it, but I think it was a joke. So there I was boarding a Greyhound bus in Surfers, after a couple hours of laying on the beach in the morning sunshine. The day was gorgeous, the bus ride beautiful as we drove past beaches and into the hills. In 2 hours time I was getting off the bus in Byron Bay in the afternoon sunshine. This town is quite a contrast to Surfers. Gone are the busy streets, the loud noises, the limousines, the posh shops, busy beaches and the skyscrapers. Hello to two storey buildings, relaxed streets, independently owned shops, friendly people and a nice beach. In a short walk I found a hostel, dropped of
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