Byron Springs Guesthouse
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We got to Byron Bay Saturday in the afternoon and found some of our friends on the street as they are now in a camper van to Sydney. Even before we checked in we promised them our showers! Luckily, when we checked in we had a four person bedroom in a six person apartment with our own kitchen and lounge! Luxury!
That evening we went out after dinner to see Amy and Jamie, we went to a market where Sophie and Amy got feathers ...
... hopefully be on tomorrow.
By then the evening was drawing in so we decided to call it quits, grab a pizza and skype home before exploiting the TV one last time and head to bed.
Sunday 7th December 2014
The usual check out time of 10:00 am drew upon us and we stored our bags for the day, with the Byron Bay lighthouse as our destination on a much sunnier day.
We headed by Captain Cook ...
... we walked over rocks, shells and sand, we paddled in the water, which was not too cold, and then walked up to the top of a hill along with lots of other people. The word was obviously out that there were whales frolicking in the water. Paul even saw one, but I missed it. Sad! From our high vantage point, there were people sitting on the lawn, elbows resting on their knees, looking through their long lens ...
... some wifi stuff before heading to the bus stop to meet the surf group.
We met our surf group and headed for the beach where we were given wet suits and a quick lesson before heading out into the water. The conditions weren't the greatest for surfing never mind learning to surf. It was very low tide and the waves were breaking too close to the beach and too close to each other. Even the guides were having ...
... if we didn’t at least try for a bit. Once we got to the sea we found the water to be angry and ferocious and the tide unpredictable, so much so we would have to run out to it when it withdrew so we could cast our lines before hastily jogging backwards to avoid our feet getting wet. We fished for about an hour, determined to catch something. At one point I got a massive bite, so big I thought the rod would snap in half. I battled furiously with it, reeling the line in as fast ...