Byron Bay.
I’ve made it to the promised land. And it was just awesome. It quite easy to
describe…dance, and drink and screw, cause there’s nothing else to do:) No, of course there are thousands of activities offered. But all this
reminds me of Mallorca, I’m sorry to say that:) I don’t wanna know how packed Byron will be in summer, as it wasn’t easy
for me to find a place to stay these days.
This will be the first and last time I’ll talk about my fellow Germans in Australia, but
I have to say: THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!! My plan was to improve my poor English
from “substandard-school-english” to “somehow-acceptable-close-to-fluent-english”.
That’s why I was trying to avoid speaking German when I came to Sydney. Wasn’t easy, as
there are a couple of us in the city, but I was manageable in a way. In Byron
however it wasn’t:) There are just too many. And I’ve noticed that,
after a couple of beers, I really enjoy talking in my native language, taking
the easy way and just let myself go:)
What else there is to say about Byron? Time is running fast without really
doing something basically. That’s the feeling I had. And I wasn’t the only one
who felt that way…After the more or less quite night I had before it was
definitely a pleasure to get on the piss again:) I spent 3 heavy days/nights down there and had a great time, but I have to say
that after these 3 days I was truly happy to be in the van again. Just me and
the music back on the road…how it should be:)
Next stop: Brissi, Bris Vegas,Budabane, Home of the brave, Brisbane. I’ll catch
up with a friend who’s living there, trying to get organized a bit and get some
sleep. Rob is tired…how unexpected:)
Detected Germans on my way: 1523
