With the lack of sleep finally catching up with us, we felt really rough but tried to power through for our last day in Byron Bay. We decided to walk to the Byron Bay Lighthouse, which follows a beautiful hiking trail with gorgeous views of the ocean and the most easterly point of Australia. Unfortunately, we went the wrong way and didn't realise for a very long time, so we gave up and went to the beach for a lie down.
Still not feeling 100%, we went back to the hostel, showered, changed, and got back on the bus to Surfer's Paradise.
The journey was a lot less traumatic than the last as it was only two hours, so we barely had any time to enjoy ourselves.
Clearly an easy check-in was too much to ask for when we were so tired, and the receptionist made up a new 'Nomads rule' that Mikaela couldn't check in with Australian ID. Luckily he was survived from being killed because Mikaela happened to have her Dubai driver's licence on her.
After finding out that the room had no air conditioning, we bailed to do some much needed washing and spent the next six years of our lives waiting for our washing to be done. At 9.45 we eventually gave in to our hunger and left for five minutes to grab some pizza. Upon our arrival back at the laundry room, we discovered that it had been locked with our clothes still inside. A very pissed off Mikaela went to reception and we managed to retrieve our belongings.
By this point we were both slightly hysterical and the memories of what followed remain unclear the next morning. There was definitely a shampoo leakage incident and a panic when bubbles started to emerge from the ground. Deciding that we were too tired to deal with it, we crashed out regardless of the insane heat.