My first day in Byron I took a jog up to the infamous lighthouse. you haven't heard of it? well let me tell you.. this is a lighthouse. seriously, that's what it is, I don't know what else to say. nice view.
Our place of residence was the Arts Factory which sports outdoor picnic tables and hammocks providing many places to "chill" - a traveller's favoured activity.
Rich and Claire, who were friends met in Laos and hailing from Englang, met up with us in Byron. We went for a stroll on the beach and decided to build a sand castle. We let this guy apply the finishing touches.
Paul showed up that night and the four of us shared some dinner and a box of australia's finest goon (boxed wine). Next day we hired a couple surf boards between the four of us and hit the beach. Paul finding his true calling at the beach.
Continuing our image as surfers, without actually surfing.
Our hangout for the day.
While we did go surfing, Claire decided to spare us only taking fotage of us doing sports we know.
I could learn something from the french guys on the right about spontaneously looking happy.
Paul working the camera.
That night brought with it another round of cheap wine. Rich and Claire tought us a dice drinking game they'd picked up in Hong Kong. It goes simply by the name "dice", beautiful in it's simplicity. Rich can't contain his excitement.
We headed out to see a live band at Hotel Beach Bar. It appears Marieke's not the only older woman I can attract.
PDA's must be a little different in england.
Next day we were back on the boards. This time the waves were at Wategos beach, and perfect for beginners.
Heading out for the surf. This part I can do.
Waiting for the waves. Also good at.
Here's Rich catching a wave... bastard.
As Rich strides confidently out of the water, I falter on another wave and curse him in the background.
Sunset came again, and again it brought our fantasy of being artistic photographers.
Our place of residence was the Arts Factory which sports outdoor picnic tables and hammocks providing many places to "chill" - a traveller's favoured activity.
Rich and Claire, who were friends met in Laos and hailing from Englang, met up with us in Byron. We went for a stroll on the beach and decided to build a sand castle. We let this guy apply the finishing touches.
Paul showed up that night and the four of us shared some dinner and a box of australia's finest goon (boxed wine). Next day we hired a couple surf boards between the four of us and hit the beach. Paul finding his true calling at the beach.
Continuing our image as surfers, without actually surfing.
Our hangout for the day.
While we did go surfing, Claire decided to spare us only taking fotage of us doing sports we know.
I could learn something from the french guys on the right about spontaneously looking happy.
Paul working the camera.
That night brought with it another round of cheap wine. Rich and Claire tought us a dice drinking game they'd picked up in Hong Kong. It goes simply by the name "dice", beautiful in it's simplicity. Rich can't contain his excitement.
We headed out to see a live band at Hotel Beach Bar. It appears Marieke's not the only older woman I can attract.
PDA's must be a little different in england.
Next day we were back on the boards. This time the waves were at Wategos beach, and perfect for beginners.
Heading out for the surf. This part I can do.
Waiting for the waves. Also good at.
Here's Rich catching a wave... bastard.
As Rich strides confidently out of the water, I falter on another wave and curse him in the background.
Sunset came again, and again it brought our fantasy of being artistic photographers.
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