I'm now approaching the end of my journey. Two weeks from now I'll be sat on a plane, watching reruns of Friends and wishing murder on the screaming baby two rows in front of me.
However I'm still here for the moment and hope to make the most of my time here. This has been greatly facilitated by the return of my travelling companion Sir Robert of Walker who apparently had a whale of a time sticking fence posts in the ground around Griffith.
I enjoyed the Byron Bay writers festival, although as I'm still waiting for my tax refund I could only afford to attend one day. Although I hadn't heard of any of the panelists or their work, the talks were lively and interesting. The festival site also had sculptures scattered around and was sited on one of the prettiest beaches I've seen in my life.
Beyond that I've mainly been exploring the town and enjoying the sunshine. It must be said that if you're going to be kicking your heels and doing very little, there can't be many worse places to do this than Byron Bay. It really is a beautiful part of the world. I went for a run up to the lighthouse the other day. As I wheezed up the hill I glanced to my right and slowed to a stop. The ocean was alive with hundreds of dolphins dicking around, doing there dolphin things. Two whales also swam past, side by side, presumably dee in whale conversation (which is just like normal conversation, except its reeeeaaaalllllyyyyyy sssslllllloooooooooooow).
This indolence isn't going to last.. We're off to Fraser Island via Rainbow Beach tomorrow, where we will camp under the stars and drink the cheapest, nastiest wine that can be found. Then it's on up to the Whitsundays, where Bob can live out his long standing fantasy of working on a boat and I can live out my long standing fantasy of punching a sea turtle in the face.
Love and Fishes
Dave Denton
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