Nat and Beck Go Large!
Its our last day in Byron Bay and it probably isn't a bad thing for our livers. Its not our fault - they make you promise to go out every night before they let you into the town! We recomend the hostel we're staying in to anyone coming to Byron Iits literally next to the beach - which, by the way, is hotter than the sun and not very easy to get on/off if you're averse to burning your flip -flopped toes off running over sand dunes at midday. Simon and his friends left two days ago and officially hold the Australian record for the longest check out time. We had a laugh tagging along with them and managed not to cramp their style too much - did we Tom?! It got a bit confusing at times they all answer to about a million different names (which takes a while to get your head around) and have obviously spent a lot of time in confined spaces so have come up with their own language (v entertaining to listen in to). There was Sab who snores like a train, can neither sew on a button nor change a tyre (its not that he can't - its just that the opportunity has never arisen) and dances like a gangster - aunty points and all - v cool, we were impressed. Chris got himself a bird (affectionately known as the stegasaurus - who spent more time in our room than he did) while he was here and spent 3 days carrying round a bag of goon. Actually we haven't seen Gemma since they left - wonder if she's hidden herself in the glove box of the scooby doo van. Paul (hows it gaaaaan!!) He's the daddy of Ginger b**** Wrestling but kept trying to show us his feet - apparently he has one swollen foot that is reeeaaally sore - we think he's been bitten by a spider and has spider babies in his foot. We tried to pack him and take him with us, but we couldn't roll him up small enough to fit in. Tom, a regular Casanova who has taken a liking for Soltan aftersun - he taught us how to Ginger b**** Wrestle and managed to leave his trainers, which are now taking up most of the space in my backpack until we get to Sydney. You know what they say about blokes with big feet - no space in my backpack for my own stuff thats what! Len, self proclaimed musical genius and Preston North Ends biggest fan, got his mates to sniff his gruds to see if they were 'clean enough'. And of course Little Si, general lovely chicken and groovy mover and a bit of a neat freak - he marked 'his space' on the floor with a line that unfortunately did not keep Lens jocks at bay. Byron isn't very big but there are are few good bars here. However the one we ended up in most was like Sullies in bootle - for all you none scousers that means its horrendai (ick). The blokes are dodgy enough - but the girls would headlock you as soon as look at you! We were seriously sorry to see them go, especially when our new roomies moved in. Supposedly 5 - but actually about 65 if you count all the people they brought back with them - 17 year olds who seemed all sweetness and light, but were REALLY noisy and not exactly pure to say the least! It was like they'd never been let out alone before - I went all mother on them at about 3.30 in the morning, they were a bit less indecent, but not much! Nat had the most fabulous pie experience coming home from the pub last night - she walked into the 24 hour bakery demanding 'erm ... one of those and one of those' and then proceeded to proclaim to the world that she didn't 'know what the hell was in this, but its BOSS' Was something with spinach and something else with mince - she's going for a repeat performance tonight before we get the bus to Sydney. Its a 13 hour bus trip to Sydney - we can't wait! However, we are going overnight so saving about 13 quid each on accomodation - we've decided to spend our savings on a new pair of jeans each, a new eyeshadow each and beverages that don't give you such a bad head in the morning - JD for example! Im sure the money will stretch!