FEELING GO - ONE LOST DAY & BYRON BAY
(REMEMBER: IF YOU'RE MENTIONED BY NAME ITS COS I LOVE YOU DEARLY. IF YOU'RE NOT, ITS ONLY TO PROTECT MYSELF IN THE LIBEL COURT)
Things are moving at slower pace to the states, and so for the sake of you fellow planeteers I've decided to resort to less frequent updates. Incidentally, d'you lke the sporting colours? Most appropriate.
After a few days chilling out and about in Hermosa Beach, CA with Ali, slipping in a rendez-vous with Jon (journalist from THE MYSTERY TRAIN) it was time to leave the land of the free and head to a land down under.
After a oddly relaxing flight and another one of those experiences where I initially come across as endearing to my fellow passengers but soon turn into an overbearing psycho (obviously the excitement and confusion of crossing the dateline meaning that I never experienced the 13th of July 2000 was not shared by my neighbours in any shape of form) PLUS a brief stop over in Auckland, and there I am in AUSTRALIA.
FINALLY!
Initial reactions?
Well, its not that much different to anywhere else. Not that I have much time to check it out as I've an appointment 4 hours south in Byron Bay with fellow Superchoice X-Men Rich and Fraser.
Byron Bay:- What can I say? After five weeks of watching your back in case some dude cum pop a cap in yo ass the tranquil and honest serenity of the understated power of the Western Pacific waves battering the sandy white shores was just what I needed. I hooked up with the boys (and Alison, Fraser's squeeze) and had a few days of just being. We saw whales and dolphins, exotic birds that zinged past in a whirr of rainbows, tea tree lagoons and a rare lunar eclipse. We paid a visit to NIMBIN, hippy retreat in the hills, where we were lucky to remain concious just from the passive smoke in the streets. Even a respectable looking woman going about her shopping was keen to jump in and sell us a 'smoko'. Of course, for the old people in bowling whites just around he corner, none of this was happening and we'll just go about our business like one should (this is the colonies, you know). Then to Lismore where I equalled a record I'll tell you about some other day through some other less explicit medium.
SURF'S UP
Byron Bay is a haven for surfing, so when in Rome, eh?
After a couple of days of careful observation, Fraser, Rich & myself reckoned we had this surfing lark worked out. So on our visit to the local surf shack we decided to dispense with the lessons and demand "Three of your finest surfboard & wetsuit combinations, my good woman". With that, leaving Alison and Jean as our token groupie surf chicks to sit and watch our towels, we hit the waves.
SURFING AT BYRON BAY
Well, things didn't go exactly go to plan, and after being rolled 'n' tumbled by the towering wall of white water that rose and fell beneath us, I got hit by a wave which gave me cramp in both legs and, paralysed by pain and fear, I had to be carried to shore by Fraser, we decided to call it a day.