Byron Bay, the hippy capital. Set off down there Saturday afternoon. Rained. Couldn't find the unit and Jarrad being a manly man wouldn't let me call to check where it was. Wandered around and got lost. Found it. Went out for dinner. When it came to paying for it we didn't know how. Got the bill. What do we do with this now? Paid for the over priced dinner. Left in great haste. Took a drive up to the lighthouse. The rest is for your imagination. Woke in the morning, jumped on Jarrad. Showered. Dressed. Packed. A quick one night stay. Drove to Pottsville to the markets. Spotted some dikes. Jarrad giggled. On to Hastings Point and Cabarita Beach for lunch. To Kingscliffe for petrol and a much relieved toilet stop. So relieved in fact Jarrad got onto the highway and started going to Ballina. Turned around. Headed home. Rained. I slept for an hour. Got back to Beerwah.
Yeah, my weekend in a nutshell =]