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Describing our stay in Byron Bay is hard to define in just one word, or sentence. Me and Marti could comfortably say Byron Bay is one of, maybe the best place we have come accross in austrailia!
Python Pete dropped us outside our new hostel 'Holiday Villiage'. We noticed that literally over the road was the famous night club 'Cheeky Monkeys'. Now listen carefully people, 'Cheeky Monkeys' will be included in many of this blogs stories- a truly awesome night club; yet evil at the same time. Rumour is they have a Habbit of kicking people out randomly, just to get more people in (Money).
I could think of no better way to begin our stay at Byron, then how it actually did. We entered our new room seeing...two half naked canadians. I, Matthew was first to step in; and facing me was a young, well tanned very fit female. Having on nothing more than a bra and what can only be described as a peice of string. Marti soon peered in after me, and we froze with our chins on the floor. Realising, I apologized and shut the door...not actually being sorry of course. To our astonishment the girls insisted they didnt mind, and obviously we stepped straight back in. I will never forget that moment; and im sure marti wont either. A true highlight.
We were already fond of our new room mates; as you can imagine. Their names were Alex and Barbie from Canada, both 18 nad wicked girls. Shame we didnt get a photo of them both :(
We soon settled in and learnt that sadly the two canadians were moving out in the morning. They were preparing for work (at Cheeky Monkeys)...and in the small time we spoke, we got to know them a little. That night we realsied the best thing to do was to: Drink beer and head for the famous cheeky monkeys.
What most people did at Holiday Villiage was to drink at the tables, then head for cheeky monkeys. We consumed some of our crate then went straight through 118 to cheekys. Basically Cheekys has a similar addiction to the woolshed back in cairns. The set up is pretty much the same also, dancing on tables and such. We spotted a group of girls early on in the night-who seemed friendly. With some dedicated dancing; we started speaking to them..mainly through martis pulling skills though. The girls were one californian, a belgium and a scottish. The Californian was soundest named sarah. She has a very cool surfer dude brother aswell. After a wicked first night in cheekys we stumbled out and decided to chill at the beach. We got to know sarah quite well. Finally walking back at 4:00am we caught Alex and Barbie just finishing work. The four of us talked in bed for another hour in our room until falling easily into deep peaceful sleep. AHHHH :)
Lazy as it sounds we didnt wake up until 3:00pm the next day-the canadians had moved out but we were optomistic about our next room mates.
After checking out the beach, the waves and the little independent surfer dude shops; cafes. We were again tempted to spend another night out somewhere?? the reason for this temptation was due to Suz and Sarah willing us out. Suz wanted us to join her room mates for a couple of drinks in their apartment room (much better than our basic room). Cracking open more of our beers; we began at the tables. Once the tables were closed we went to meet suz at her apartment. Suz then introduced us to her room mates- Olly, Azane, Anais (fench girls), sally and some funny welsh guys. Here we drank and chatted for a short while. Oh i forgot to mention our two new room mates the Americans. Two middle aged woman who were generally nice people. One had a very annoying voice though. Back to us though...Me and mart departed from the apartment to hopefully get in cheekys for free. It turns out however that we were lied to. We brought a BBQ deal that came with a free entry into cheekys. But athey failed to mention that was a free entry before 10:00pm.
This was the hate part of Cheeky Monkeys...ripping people of. It was never 10 either, it was like 9:45pm.
We gave in and paid, and thankfully it was in time for the wet t-shirt competition. Im sure you all observed the photos from that event. truly a wicked show. All the times we spent in Cheeky Monkeys buying pints was always a treat because Alex and Barbie loved to serve us...equally we loved them! At the wet T-shirt competition , there was no surprise to see an Essex girl to be the first in getting the melonies out. the other girls followed suit not long after of course. Bless the Essex girl though, she didnt mean to get them out (pathetic T-shirts) marti said in laughter ''Udder hanging out'' I think theres a good picture of that moment.
Once the biggest boobs won, me and marti felt abit...lost, what to do after such a show? Later we caught up with Suz and the gang. Our dancing skills were really coming along. Through the night thats mainly what we did...just dance dance dance. later we went back to the apartment; bringing sarah and the belgium with us-the fun continued.
Good music was played for once yay! and marti dissappeared with sarah somewhere :P i was chatting and chilling with the frech girls who liked The Subways...sally was a bit paraletic. Once all had died down, i dreaded going back to the room wondering what awaited me?...so Suz made some PB on toast at about 5:00am, afterwards i walked home. I rolled into bed hoping not to awake marti and sarah below...and finally sleep took me.
Morning came....well afternoon; and again we decided to venture out to the beach. We hired some surf boards and walking along the beach for a spot, we found the Californians. First me marti and sarah's brother went in the sea to check out the waves, which were much bigger than surfers paradise. It didnt take long before we were swept down the beach..coming out the other end we were all nakered. Walking back; some Germans offered us a game of footy on the beach. How can one refuse? When footy was over, we rested and then gave the surfing a shot. Like i said..it was very difficult still. There was some hopeful moments from the both of us, and some minor standing. Still though, nothing close to actual good surfing. Frustrated by not being able to, we decided that a lesson would be the way to go next time.
Back at the Hostel now, me and marti contemplated a 3rd night out? It was Suz's last night in Byron. Everyone was going out to say good bye at hmmm Cheeky Monkeys?
So okay people...brace yourselves for our strangest night yet. It all started with buying a box of goon between us. Marti was throwing caution out the window this night. It was one of those special occasions when marti goes all out and gets; what do chavs say 'BLINDO' ha. Me on the other hand, i was only getting merry. We talked at the tables to some mint sweedish dudes, then it was onto the apartment woohoo.
At the apartment it was fun with the usual gang. Games played and goon drank seriously too fast, and somehow marti ended up with a goon box on his head?..i think our friend Suz has photos, very funny.
Crossing the road to Cheeky's I was concerned if marti would get in or not. Somehow the bouncer overlooked martis plea for him to look at his ID; saying "Look im 18".
Inside everything was going swell. Before buying both me and marti a drink, Suz had pulled the camera out. The night was warming up nicely. There i was with my first drink of Suz talking to sally and the French girls. Marti was accross the other side with Sarah. As i walked to speak to marti a bouncer stopped me and asked how much I'd had to drink...I replied "This is my first here". He then pulled me to the front door, told me to finish my drink and get out! I was furious...not drunk but actually shocked. I admitted i was merry yes, but i honestly wasn't drunk. What made things worse was that i argued, making it sound like i was. What was i suppose to do though just say okay? i paid $5 dammit, especially when there were people as drunk as marti in there still! Being me I argued and wouldnt give up. As soon as he mentioned the police i regretably walked away. I was fortunate that Sally followed me outside and said she had no money and wasnt very drunk herself, she then left with me and we both heard "f***ing English"as we walked on.
Meanwhile marti was busy not knowing what was going on, and killing his memory for the night- like i said 'BLINDO'. Now..I would love to tell martis story through the night but he honestly cant remember. We did find out he was asked if he wanted to leave by the French girls. Apparently he just carried on dancing and said naaa. Back to my story. Me and Sally decided to head for the beach and chill. On the way back from the beach we had a sudden desire for chips. A group of three 30 year old Australians stood behind us in the line. Out of the blue one said "Shame you say your good at Cricket and your not". I thought it was banter and said "What about the Rugby ay?". Turns out they dont take it too well. The arguement went from them trying to name every sport Austrailia were better than Engalnd and me saying '' who cares about Cricket anyway''. They got angrier and angrier shouting ''Pommie b******'' saying English have no respect? and that he was scottish (the accent didnt fit though). Anyway Sally pulled me away before pushes turned to punches. It was them who started the physical aswell. Not a minute later of walking, dont think I had a chip even and...a 40 year old Goldberg look a like squared up to me for no reason what so ever. I have Sally as a witness. He literally just came up to me and said ''Come on then mate''. His beard was in my mouth for christ sake. He ended up shoving some sort of food in my face before being pulled back. Sally couldnt believe it and nor could I. In summary for the rest of the night; we went back, saw Suz, wondered were Marti was and I fell asleep on their sofa.
Marti woke up to see Sarah and her brother leaving the random room he was in; and saying goodbye...whilst giggling. He nodded of again for a while till he was awoken for a second time.This time he saw a cleaner hoovering, looking at him with distaste. he was in a room he had no recolection of, or how he got there. He couldnt remember a thing and had no idea where he was. The cleaner begged him to stop getting anymore on her sofa, and to stop moving. Anymore? anymore of what he thought? Very confused, marti got up and looked in the mirror...he says all he saw was an illuminous pink clown starring back at him. after wiping off as much he could, he was given directions by a guy outside. Off he set to the Holiday Villiage; looking around at streets searching for signs of familiarity. At about 6:00am marti got back (worried to see me missing). I woke and walked back at 7:00am. There we both slept until the afternoon; when we could tell our tales..
Our American room mates were worried to see neither of us back at the early hours. From that night to New Years Eve we mainly chilled our party bums. We greeted our new Brazilian room mates (one called pedro) - and they certainly enjoyed weed. One day we came back to about six Brazilians swallowed in a mist of smoke, very lazy eyed; offering us splifs left right and centre. They couldnt understand why we didnt accept. marti definately wasnt happy to see them on his bed! but acted friendly anyways.
NEW YEARS EVE.
New years eve day time saw the arrival of 10-15ft waves at Byron Bay. They really were huge, to be there would make you understand how enormous they actually were. It was well cool-everyone watching all the pro's surf the waves, or get wiped out. Later as we dolled up for New Years (tickets at Cheekys). We finished of a whole bottle of rum that the Americans left us behind. Upon the tables we caught some grose perves on camera, taking pictures up a group of sweedish girls dresses. We left for Cheekys in order to get first picks of the food set out. Thankfully we managed to catch Alex and Barbie in thier hmmm interesting costumes. Whilst pigging out, we met a cool Ozzy dude in a poncho-danced some; chilled and talked to people and was having a good night. Marti wondered off with a swede for abit...later some good tunes came about, and then some classics also: Beatles, rolling stones, arctics...shame they couldnt keep them coming.
Me and marti happened to come accross each other again; this time he was accompanied by an ausie girl. Quicker than we anticipated; the countdown began. Me and mart were positioned at the top table, above the crowd. Once the new year came we all celebrated together as a legendary song played just after the countdown finished...John Lennon Ímagine'. Later me and marti departed to find we were dancing on opposite tables. He was still with the Ozzy whilst I made a friend from Finland-but i forget her name. We received a new years kiss of both Barbie and Alex (Highlight)-in conclusion it was a wicked New Year. Marti Later Rocked on back to bed...not before we chucked loads of people towels and clothes into the pool haha. I went to fair well the french girls and Sally at their apartment, until i was kicked out by the management as well as many others (too much noise).
I forgot to mention that at some point during all this we ventured on a bike ride to the lighthouse, and the most easternly point in mainland australia. After New Years we chilled at the beach and looked for further accomodation. Yes thats right, we wanted another week- Byron bay is that good!
So be ready to read part two Byron bay!
------>>> and coming soon: Surf Camp, Sydney, and of course Melbourne. SLOWLY CATCHING UP!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL
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