Leaving Sydney was a f***ing massive relief. It had started to do my head in by the time I left so I was more than ready to move on. I didn't sleep much that night as I was eager to get out and not miss the bus. Even at 5.30am, Kings Cross was awash with dirty old f***ers and revellers stinking of awful ale. I made my way up Darlinghurst Road (the right way this time) and got stared at by some bloke in a convenience strore when I didn't have any change. Stupid f***er. Stood by the bus stop and got chatting to a couple of girls from England who seemed nice; Sarah and Kate. The bus was a lot bigger than the one that took me from Melbourne to Sydney and although i had a luxurious 2 seats to myself, I couldn't get comfortable and struggled to sleep. Minced around on the 8 hour journey to Surf Camp. When I got there, I wondered why the f*** I would want to stay 3 nights. I changed my timetable to leave the next day. It was full of awful awful people. The dinner was quite good though. I haven't had a proper meal in ages. It had smash with it but I'll make a small concession I suppose. We were supposed to have a beach party but as it was high tide we were taken to a local bar after quaffing a load of $14 goon. I stayed with Sarah and Kate and sat outside with our drinks. We had a few interesting characters come and approach us at our table. I got bored (and increasingly quite pissed) so decided to make things a bit more interesting. I started telling all the americans that I was a minister at Bible Camp and donated all proceeds to a charity that I had set up called 'Survivors of Incest'. A lot of them fell for it. The rugby came on and so I started discussing the rules of rugby with said stupid people and the way that Stanley Kubrick had drawn inspiration from international rugby in 'A Clockwork Orange'. One young american said she could definitely see the similarities. Priceless. It was hard for us to keep straight faces and eventually, kate started laughing hysterically so kind of gave the game away.

Was really quite w***ered by the time we rolled out of the pub but naturally we decided to carry on drinking. By the time I got to bed, my head was spinning so I thought I'd be pre emptive and go and throw up. Was rudely awoken at 6am for our surf lesson. I felt awful but managed to do quite well. I might turn pro soon. Bus journey to Byron bay was not so eventful. Slept most of the way on the back seat. Got to Byron and was staring into space when this high pitched scream greeted me and a small blonde girl came running towards me. Emma was here and having an utterly s*** time. She had met some guys in NZ and they had befiended some Essex boy and they had all become complete James Blunts. I met them. I couldn't have agreed more. I would have broken their faces if I was living with them. Disgusting filthy pigs. we both went and chilled on the beach and chatted. She can be really really annoying sometimes but quite endearing at others. Do I prefer my own company? No, I'm just a bit picky. Or do I hate everyone? Had an early night after making a nice meal. What did I do yesterday? Can't really remeber. We did some window shopping and minced around doing nothing in particular. Went out in the evening with Sarah. We ambled down to The Rails and had a couple before braving it in Cheeky Monkeys. Possibly the worst club i have been to. outside of the UK. Awful, awful people dancing on tables and gyrating like lobotomised gibbons. We sat down at a table and this stupid t*** of a danish bloke came and sat with us and said that it was his table cos he and his friends were sat there before. I have added Danish people to those that I hate (although i must say that I am a firm believer in giving people second chance; we are strong believers of that at Bible Camp). I sat there next to him and his friends who made us all squish up and made c*** signs at him. He didn't notice. Danish p**** I wanted to leave the table and piss on them and Sarah wanted a fag so we 3 popped outside for 5 mins. We weren't allowed back in. The bouncer said that we were too drunk. Were we f***. He said that Sarah had stumbled. Because she is british and by nature very polite, she ushered someone in before her. The bouncer said she stumbled. A facist regime! I should have told him. So that day, I added Danes and Australian bouncers to the list of people I hate. Bought 2 kebabs cos I was hungry and wnt to bed smelling like a dead sheep.

Em and I got up early and trekked to Cape Byron and the lighthouse which you can see in the photos. Really nice and saw some great surf beaches that I might check out tomorrow morning. Emma was in a bad mood for some reason. She kept talking about her boyfriend and was mumbling a lot so I strode on to the top. She mellowed out later. We had lunch back at the hostel and she got on the onward bus to Brisbane. Another bus load came in before and some people that i met on the first bus are here so might hang out with them later. I think I might hire a board tomorrow morning and get some surf hours under my belt. Sea kayaking also looks good, funds permitting. 2 more days til Brisbane and a home cooked meal!