byron bay v1.0

so ... what's the crack? as the irish would say. the party has continued at byron bay with our surf group in the same hostel. it is ironic that in a town named after captain cook's navigator (and not the famous grandson poet as widely believed) you can lose yourself so easily. note on byron bay: is the most eastern point in australia and is marked by hedonistic abandon and alternative lifestyles. there is nothing to do here except party. listen to the eagles song hotel california and you'll know what it is like. as such, our surf group has fit right in. we hit up the bars fueled by our surfing clothing and goon. as each member of our group leaves to resume his/her travel we celebrate their departure irish wake style.

i received massive respect from my male boardies the other night at the bar when i convinced some impressionable girls that we were all pro surfers who were celebrating wrapping a surf documentary on big hill in crescent head. this was partly true, as we had surfed there, and it helped that we were still decked out in our mojo surf gear. it was fun to stand back and see the girls break off to talk to the famous international surfers. my friends were more than polite in answering their surfing questions.

soon we will be heading north to surfer's paradise. there is only so much you can party, and the group continues to dwindle with kevin departing tomorrow. tonight we are going down to the beach with the goon and some tunes to "do it" one last time.