Brisbane to Byron Bay, all the B's with a few choice B's inbetween.
I think we will miss Brisbane as we quite enjoyed our time there and for us to say that about a city environment says it all. I would like to have stayed longer but we have to move on otherwise we won't get to Sydney on time, although we are both having misgivings about the house exchange and the fact that we have to move out for 3 nights (short story but when you hear my rants it gets far more protracted).
The day started off reasonably bright but as usual it clouded over and we had several hefty storms which were a bit scary ss we were driving through rain so heavy that the wipers could not clear the windscreen. Our route took us through several of the towns on the Gold Coast, so called because of the golden sand beaches. Boy, were we glad that we hadn't chosen one of them for a stop over. Picture Blackpool prom with all the tourist attractions, cheap souvenir shops and B & B's, now picture Benidorm with all its high rise apartment bocks. Mix these together and what you end up with is our impressions of the Gold Coast. We were getting more apprehensive about Byron Bay with each km we drove as all these towns merged into one so we didn't know for sure exactly where we were. Luuckily about 20km from our destination we passed the last high rise into open country, the sun came out and the grey clouds turned white.
Byron Bay is delightful, first and foremost a surfers town but one which seems to have been able to maintain a pleasant seaside atmosphere and even though it was quite crowded there was a relaxed, laid back vibe. The beaches were the busiest we had seen and what surprised us was the mix of old and young, beach-bum and city gent surfers. Steve also had his share of bikini clad young girls to feast his eyes on. We didn't spot any older women catching a wave so perhaps its only older men who are reluctant to hang up their surf boards and grow old gracefully.
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