Nimbin, home of the 1973 Aquarius Festival, a little town with a lot of happy people. Although interesting, what may have started out as a free love kind of town with pot smoking, tie dye and incense, seems to have progressed to a bit more hard core drug use by some people, and adds a bit of unease and some sad and scary looking individuals. Not really our scene. The Hemp Embassy was worth a look, and most of the shop keepers were pleasant. Our favorite was a Herb shop, the serene and smiling young lady sipping her steaming cup of tea. We said hello, she sipped her tea, took a long look at us, and then slowly replied, "mmm, this is good tea." Ah, Nimbin.
We decided not to stay here and risked driving in the dark to get out, hoping to arrive at a blip on the map called The Channon, and in the morning go for a hike in Nightcap National Park.
On the potholed, curvy, patches of rain drive we came across a woman hitchhiking. We've seen others hitching, but never offered, since seemingly in the middle of nowhere, and she didn't have any luggage we stopped to enquire. Robin, lived up the hill and was going into Channon to pick up her car. She was the manager of an art gallery and also in charge of the local primary school. Luckily for us Robin gave us a some great advice! Drive just up the road to Protester Falls and stay in the rain forest. So we did. Funny how it rains in the rain forest. There was only one other van parked. We stopped and turned off our lights. Blackness. The darkest spot I have ever been. Rain pouring down, pounding on the roof. Awesome. Getting up to go to the bathroom was challenging and a bit spooky. Flashlight in hand lit up critters scurrying underfoot.
The morning brought a dim glow of light through the rainforest canopy. We took a short hike to the falls and were rewarded with a private, peaceful spectacle. If the sun had been shining the day could have easily slipped by us here.