It is gorgeous, Byron the beautiful...poetical and magical...with warm ocean and fine white sand. We arrived to stay with Gerry and Christy....they had prepared a delicious fresh fish dinner, Leslie an old friend was there as well.....we laughed we reminisced and retired to our wonderful rooms that looked out on to the centre square garden of lotus flowers and water....Balinese style. First day we went to Belongil ( one of the many beaches) and swam and swam, those that know SA, it is a bit like Muizenburg, warm with decent waves for body surfing...then went up to have brunch, which the Australians do so well...and there was a duo singing Spanish songs at 11.30 am...we were in the land of hippyville. Later we went into pure hippy nostalgia...Channon Market, one hour from Byron, driving thru green lush countryside, and they call this the BUSH... we arrived and immediately bought freshley squeezed lemon juice, Shelley then bought an organic fruit icecream, while I booked myself in for a 15min accupuncture and talked to some 50 year old fairies, who were selling wings! The drumming circle was starting to pick up rhythm...mary- juana...floated through the stalls, a bunch of regulars danced in the centre of the circle, ages ranging from 5 to 60......I took off my rings and joined in the drumming.....a little bit of Africa took over! That night we went into Byron town and had dinner at the Beach Cafe Restaurant....the food was exceptional and the oysters were silky and sexy.....this whole trip is turning into a big fat food fest!
The next morning I had planned to take a swim in the lap pool, but there seemed to be a little something floating...I thought it be a rat...but I was informed it was a bilby...a baby marsupial. Now all good and fine, and perhaps a little sad but I'm afraid not to warrant it being put in the fridge so that Christy's daughter could give it a burial. I just couldn't get over it...I kept on seeing the plastic bag and the rigamortisy bilby...I didn't even want to take the milk out...ok a little pathetic but then I went to the front gate and saw a battered toad, belly up. Gerry informed me that it was a cane toad and that the only way to deal with it is to beat it up with a 2 B 4. I have since learned that whatever the Australians have imported into this country for some reason or other have become huge pests, the rabbit, the cane toad, the dung beetle....the convicts and now the Russians!!! We made dinner for Gerry that night and bought huge fresh prawns.....but because garbage collection was only in 2 days time, and he didn't want the place smelling of fish, the shells went into a plastic bag and into the fridge....it was time to get out...were there guests that didn't outlive their stay?...Could it be possible that the other bits and pieces in plastic bags were the odd 'ladies fingers'....or were we in for a big stir fry, the Australian delicacy... Bilby a la Byron......
Les owns a store called Red Ginger, it is wonderful,red and sells Chinese giftware. A highlight ( we are back to food) is the dim-sum and home made black rice and coconut pudding...So everyday we popped in after our swim at another fabulous beach....we went to neighbouring villages....and explored as much as possible in our five days. Byron we love ya!
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