After 5 days chilling in Sydney I began to move up the east coast. My fellow mate and another American decided to cruise up in a four-wheel drive, for it would be the cheapest method of travel. Our first stop was Port Stephens. We took a dip, ate lunch and continued to drive North. I was excited for this portion of the trip because it was my turn to drive. Driving on the left side of the road is a mind fuck, but after an hour I was comfortable. My copilot did have to remind me to go left around the roundabout. I probably would have crashed if it wasn’t for him, for my mind constantly drifts when I drive and I get lost in the music. Most times I don’t even remember getting home.
Our next stop was Port Macquarie, or McFlurry, as we pronounced it. This small town is located at the mouth of the Hastings River in New South Wales. The views from lighthouse were amazing. One can easily get lost in thought staring at the view.
We continued to move north to the tunes of Johnny Cash and CCR. Daylight was evading us so it was time to find a camp ground and rest for the night. I can’t remember the name of the campground we stayed on, but there was a beach nearby. Prior to bed we took a dip and enjoyed the sight of an overcast sunset. The mixture of colors in the sky encouraged reflection ones more. Standing in the ocean at sunset looking at a storm in the horizon approach us is like something out of a movie where the protagonist awaits valiantly for the troubles ahead. Unlike the movies this protagonist had no troubles awaiting him, instead he stared into a storm of the past and all he could do was smile.
Our next stop was Coff Harbour home of the Big Banana. Pretty cool spot to check out, it’s a tiny little attraction perfect for kids. Our time was limited so we race on to Byron Bay.
Byron is an absolute fucking dream. Not only is the beach fucking awesome, but its hippie vibe is very welcoming. Yes, it is a huge tourist attraction but this place is still great. This is my favorite place in Oz, I could live here for a couple of months. Memorable moment of Byron was swimming in the ocean while it rained. Water coming from below and above reminded me of Forrest Gump, “it even came up from under you”. About an hour away is the small town of Nimbin, a hippie haven where we saw Tijuana Cartel take the stage. If you are looking to partake in smoking the peace pipe, this is the perfect place to do it. Unfortunately, my photos of Byron our stuck in my not-charging GoPro but he’s a picture of Ben approving the message.
Byron Bay was the last stop for me and my companions. I would continue the rest of my trip solo. My next stop was the Gold Coast. I was not impressed by the Gold Coast. The beach was long and endless, but it lacked the aesthetics of Byron. For a place deemed surfer’s paradise, I did not see anyone surfing, although there were plenty of waves. Its downtown area is geared for drinking so the night life is pretty good. The beauty about backpacking is that every day is the weekend. A good time can be found any day of the week. I stayed at Surfer’s Paradise hostel which is good, but nothing to brag about. I did meet a cool couple here whom I ended up drinking with. Just another cool story of two travelers who met and vibe very well with each other so they decided to travel together.
I decided to follow the advice of my mates and skip Brisbane, and head to Noosa. Noosa is gorgeous. The main beach is crowded, but if you take a short coastal walk not only will you enjoy beautiful scenery, but you will end up on an empty beach. I was pouring sweat from my run, so I jumped right into the ocean to cool off. Another place I could definitely live, but more of a summer getaway. Unlike Byron, Noosa contains a yuppie atmosphere with homes ranging in the multi millions.
I stayed in Nomads, which is a party hostel. Living conditions were good and pretty standard for a party hostel. I was bunked with a group of Irish folks who were way older than me. I could understand the ones who were living in Australia but the one that was visiting was a different story. I forget how strong the Irish accent can be, holy shit I could not understand this cat. I like this group of people, they were very welcoming and told me stories of when they were young backpackers. They admired what I was doing and encouraged me to keep going. I left the next day with a neck pillow as a gift, and words of wisdom, “May the road rise to meet you and may the wind be always at your back”.