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After our first encounter with the Greyhound bus we eventually arrived early into Byron Bay and were transported to our very alternative 'hippy' hostel the Arts Factory. Unfortunately we had left all of our headbands, dreadlock hairstyles, didgeridoos, and had actually washed recently so we didn't quite fit in, but nevertheless the town didn't disappoint. We headed straight for the beach to scout the surf and booked our first surfing lesson for the next morning before then hiring out a couple of body boards and making the most of the good weather and big waves. The highlight of this particular trip was the sighting of several fins not too far away from where we were boarding which we discovered after a slight panic were in fact a pod of dolphins. That evening didn't disappoint either, despite being a Sunday and despite our lesson being at 9am the next morning; we fell victim to the goon, myself more than the rest and enjoyed a largely intoxicated night. The surfing the next day, however worse for wear we were when we turned up for it was amazing, our first taste of Aussie surf and we were pros from the start … almost all of us. A good four hour session had us knackered and in need of a good night's sleep which of course didn't happen and instead was spent at a bar famous for dancing on its tables as a substitute for a dance floor, which I can report produced no casualties. Feeling terribly fragile, which was becoming common place within the group; we boarded our next greyhound bus with the destination this time being Surfers Paradise on Australia's Gold Coast.
Slight confusion on our arrival as we thought we had missed the stop due to the time difference between the two states but we were soon into our hostel and straight back out into the sun. Unfortunately in my case it was back to the doctors with another spell of tonsillitis, except this time the trip involved advice for me to enter into surgery that day to get my tonsils removed which I politely declined and instead took the antibiotics and decided to battle it out. After buying a good deal of comfort food to get me through the day I settled for the night after we bought into next nights antics with a club crawl ... what better way to cure my illness. Day 9, the next day, was spent surfing all day. Heading out like pros as if we owned the beach we did pretty well but not well enough to compete in surf championships quite yet, but we got some decent photos that made us look the part. An awesome day followed by our 'big night out' organised club crawl, which didn't disappoint either, concluding what we decided as one of the best 24 hours on tour. Another horrible early start the following morning and we were off again this time to Brisbane.
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