Byron Bay, Australia

Our first port of call then. And what a beauty. A lovely seaside town, quite touristy but not too much. We check into the Arts Factory hostel which is a cracking little place with a nice hippy vibe. A few nights was spent getting back into the hostel vibe, playing chess, card games, board games and of course, drinking games. One night they had a kinda open mic night and I had to fight the evil Robert Golet not to come out and ruin a pleasant evening with a rendition of 'Favourtite Things'. Maybe next time...

This place also had a hot tub by the pool, which I pretty much lived in. I want one. As well as one of those vibrating massage chairs that I spent so much time in, in Tokyo.

Also managed to pick up a surfing lesson to improve my skills. Dare I say it, I think you'll find I was totally knarly, and most bodaciously mundo:


"I'm, like, hanging....or something"

Otherwise, though, a very pleasant place and one I could have easily spent weeks in. Unfortunately, although we have a time machine (Dorris, as she's been Christened), we are on a schedule so onwards you beast!!


"Idiots are an optional extra"

Oh go on then, I'll squeeze in a beautiful sunset:


"It's true, it's true"

(Spider and deadly insect count: 0 )
(Mcdonalds Spotting count: 13)