A Solo Travellers Mind

The bus ride to Byron Bay started off rough, with me and Greengrocer boy sat at a petrol station for nearly 2 hours waiting for the bus to arrive at a particularly dodgy looking bus stop in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, the bus arrived (late, but we can’t win every day). Farewells were had, and I was on my way. The bus was very busy, but luckily I was sitting next to an already passed out boy who didn’t seem to mind that I was using him as a wall. Managing to get some sleep, we arrived at half 7, and I set out to the beach before a spot of whale watching as I awaited Laura’s arrival to Byron.
The day was a lazy one, walking around before having a makeshift dinner of instant noodles and veggies (again, a travellers’ diet).
Our second day in Byron involved failing to hire bikes after being informed of how poor the rides are around here (basically riding on the highway and risking your life).
Instead, opting to walk up to the lighthouse, with a spot of whale watching and dolphin spotting. Followed by a coastal walk, a picnic on the beach, and playing catch in the sea, like the children we are. The evening was brought to a close with cider in hand, watching the sunset as a busker played his guitar.
Then it was up early doors to catch the bus to surfers paradise, on the Gold Coast.
Our first afternoon was spent sunning it up on the beach before heading to southport to meet the man who would be hosting us for 2 days. In order to save some money, we’d signed up to sofa surfers and were trying to pick up some free accommodation along the way. The next 2 nights would be spent with James, a young guy, retired after selling his business and offering us his spare room. He’s exactly how you’d imagine a young man who’s sold his business, but he was nice enough. In the evening, we introduced him to Dildo before being treated to Wagyo steak, mash, and salad. A wonderful evening was head with James matching mine and Laura’s banta, and his brother popping round to get involved in the fun.
The next day was actually my birthday, and James treated us to a trip out in his boat! The sun was shining, and tunes were blasting. We took bananas as snacks against James’ recommendation as apparently bananas on boats are bad luck. This myth was tried, tested, and proved correct when the engine on the boat wouldn’t start on our return back to dock. So, in the future, there are no bananas on boats! Dinner was cheffed up by myself and Laura, cooking a Japanese style curry and introducing James to the world of “The Inbertweeners” before a relatively early night as we were wipped from the day.