The blogging has kind of ground to a halt so I am playing catch up with this post on Byron Bay and our next one in Brisbane.
We finally made it to the east coast of Australia and got to dip our toes in the Pacific Ocean.
So thrilled to have arrived on the coast and we had a few extra days up our sleeves so we slowed down a little. Which is only fitting for Byron Bay. What a chilled out place, and it’s infectious. It’s easy to go with the flow and succumb the influences all around you. Peace signs, LOVE seats, fit and healthy fabulous hippies, mediating and doing yoga in their undies.
We were keen for a feed of fish and to explore Byron Bay so the day we arrived we got the bikes down and rode into town for dinner. Vibrant and bustling, shops and restraunts galour. Quiet a change from where we had been and we are all a little excited by our new surrounds.
The caravan park was sensational, and we jagged a great spot only meters from the beach, with views. After initially booking in for 3 nights we extended another 3. Being put for a few days we got to catch up on a bit of schooling, washing, cleaning and planning, but it didn’t interfere too much with our Bryon business. That is the business of beach walks, sand castles, snorkeling, paddle boarding, bike riding, shopping, eating out, sunset watching, and reaching the most easterly point of the Australian mainland.
We attempted to catch the sunrise at the light house one morning. While we didn’t quiet make it before the sun greeted the day, it was a great morning, delivering great views, wildlife encounters (whales and dolphins surfing the waves), fitness, a sense of the bays history, reaching that most easterly point and unfortunately a couple of badly grazed knees and torn up leggings for Georgia.
A lot was achieved, all before breakfast. I think Lotte will cover more about breakfast. Byron Bay was just what we were all in need of. A break from the pace and a wee reward for actually getting away on this trip. No doubt there was more to see and do but we were just content with hanging by the van, the beach and short bursts into town.
We had caught some unusually high and low tides during our stay which provided a endless change of scenery. Fortunately the high tide fell during the night so we were soothed to sleep by the sounds of the waves crashing very close and by the morning a low tide revealed clear, newly washed and smoothed sandy beach to walk along. If you were really early you might have found yourself alone, bar the ever constant surfers. But by 7am the bay was teaming with beach walkers, runners or the early morning swimming club who on mass would walk the length of the beach (approx 3km) to swim back to town.
Seeing these fast and significant tidal changes along with the rocky reef, it was easy to understand how no less than 16 vessels had run aground here before the construction of the light house. With the challenges of building roads through the Great Dividing Range Bryon was a significant port of the movement of provision and wood up and down the coast. While the lighthouse is no longer manned it is still fully functioning and its lamp easily visible and beautiful to observe up close during the day.
As will all things our time here came to an end. Feeling sufficiently chilled out, it was time to head to the big smoke and brighter lights of Brisbane.