We got up before the alarm, like always. We haven't adjusted to the times yet. We got ourselves packed and forced ourselves to choke down the last bit of peanut butter. Then we checked out and left the hostel. Then we just stood there a couple minutes trying to figure out what we could possibly do with our time. Our flight to Byron Bay did not leave until three ish, so we had a lot of time to kill. We ended up walking to Hyde Park and sitting on a bench to read.
We actually went back to the hostel, and ate lunch. We started playing Rummy and some guy was singing opera style. We would frequently burst into laughter. Then , we got a text saying our flight had been delayed for two hours. We did not have a lot of time in Byron Bay anyway, so it was going to cut our time down even more. We were very annoyed. We decided to just stop and wait outside in the freezing cold wind to be picked up. We arrived in the airport early and checked in. Then we went through the screening. Alison's bag had to go through three times. Then a guy pulled me over to check for explosive residue. Never had that one before. He used a Velcro like stick and rubbed it on my hands and the lining of my bags. It was weird. Then we went to our gate number. We just waited...and waited. While we waited, our flight got delayed again to 5:05. When it was getting closer to our time, we sat in the seats nearby, and it got delayed again to 5:45! We didn't even get to board the plane until around 6:00, and it didn't even take off until around 6:30. The winds were so strong, they only had one runway they could use. Some flights were cancelled and people had to change gates constantly. It was quite ridiculous.
Anyway, we did finally get on the plane. The lady next to us was asking how long we were staying. She was so disappointed we would be leaving the next day. She lived there, so she said how it was the most beautiful place in the world. We got off the plane and went to the shuttle service. We went to the desk...and no one was there...of course! Then Alison saw my name on a white board in a different location. Since the flight was so delayed, our service handed us over to another service. Interesting.
We drove and tried to see what was outside, but it was so dark. We dropped one girl off, but the drive was really narrow. The driver couldn't figure out how to get out. He got in and out of his van at least five times. A bus and a car were waiting for us. We finally got out narrowly missing scrapes. We got dropped off next. The first thing we noticed was two really big crowds of people. PARTY! So we checked in and got our linens. We made our beds...kind of...and quickly left to catch the free shuttle into town. It was bar after bar, party after party, drunk after drunk. We walked to get to the beach. We made it, but you couldn't really see anything. We took a couple pictures anyway and left. We went back to the shuttle and went inside. The guy in front of us smelled so bad. He actually left to smoke, but when he came in...the smell could have knocked me out cold. I breathed through my jacket. When we got back to the hostel, we were ready for bed. There were two ladies who where going to bed at that time too.
Our room was only supposed to have 8 beds, but they threw in an extra bed. I got the extra bed. I felt like I was sleeping on a skinny pole all night. I had the lumpiest pillow ever and it was really really hard. It gave me the illusion of sleeping on boulders. Not so pleasant. We met another roommate who already had a lot to drink and was falling over herself. Another girl was loud and said we could be lucky if she came in quietly. One of the ladies who went to bed kept saying over and over, "This is a great place. I love it here. I have never been to such a lovely place..." She obviously was ready to leave as well. We really liked them.
There were people talking vwey loudly right outside our door. We got a knock and it was the wrong room. People were singing, but couldn't remember the words to the songs. Around 2 am, we got our last two roommates. It was quieter then, but these girls were loud enough. Apparently, their luggage was lost. They got a phone call that they found the luggage. I understand their enthusiasm, but they kept saying, "YES!!!" over and over. I probably got an hour of sleep total! I was glad we were going to be leaving in the morning.
Our only picture of Byron's Bay. Imagine a beach...
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