Popping The Byron Bubble
After 6 months and following weeks of planning I finally popped the Byron Bubble and have left the town I’ve called home for the majority of my Oz trip for good. I’ve known this day had to come but I’ve been ignoring the fast approach of it and trying not to think about it too much, today came all too soon.
The last 6 months have been full of amazing experiences – from epic BBQ’s and messy nights out through to whale watching and pumping surf.
Along the way I’ve met some of the most interesting and friendly people I could have hoped to encounter and I know that many of them will remain life long friends and many an adventure will be planned with them.
I’ve worked, played, lived and slept Byron – and staying there is the best decision I’ve made in a long time. It wasn’t planned, it was spontaneous and I don’t regret a minute of it.
Leaving was a tough choice but with time fast running out It needed to be done and after a long morning of last minute packing, riddled with hangovers and made even more sombre by the rain I said a sad farewell to a host of my Byron buddies and Aquarius Hostel.
So for the final month of my Australian visa Elenor the van is my home, and Kez, Jimmy, Louise, Damo and Jonesy are my travel companions and the East Coast of Oz is my playground.
Here’s to room 16, the monkey, the wreck and the bus tout crew.
Thanks to everyone whose made my time here so memorable, its been an awesome journey.
But in the words of Kez; “this isn’t a goodbye to Byron though….it’s a see you later”.
I won’t be able to stay away for too long…