Day 6 - Byron Bay

reread some posts. already known, my spelling is no better than a retarded monkey. her name is singular Yve not plural, Yves.

Day 6 - Yve didn't sleep over but we agreed to meet back at the same spot we first met later tonight. i decide that i want to stay at nomad's one more night considering the new found benefits of having your own room. unfortunately a group is moving in to my room and i have to change rooms. shit to lazy to go look for another hostel at this point i take the room, and put my shit down. one person sleeping. one couple in bed watching a movie. still haven't met anybody from this hostel. reiterates how opposite it from my place in sydney.
i grab breakfast, eggs & bacon (our ham) on toast is big here, figure out how to get to the next town coolangatta, supposed to be great surf, buy a bus ticket. cool got that out of the way no focus on getting a board and surfing. minor issue. the only surfable beach that i've found is far away and i'm not sure even how to walk there. no problem the surf shop sorts me out. the walk actually wasn't that bad. the break is weird, coming into the beach diagnolly at one position then if your a little farther out it comes straight in or even slightly diagonal the other way. so i'm pretty busy trying not to get in peoples ways. i eventually find a beginner area and catch a few wobbly waves. perhaps i'm giving my self to much credit for just finding a shop, getting a board, and making it to the beach. i'm finding i'm not pushing to hard when i get there to get better. may just be a "i'm on vacation, relax" thing. on top of that i don't have any way of telling time so i'm always afraid i'm going to fall over and get charged up the ying. so i left way early and could of road some more. oh well i'm on vacation. chill at a couple cafes, read a lot, eat this amazing banana walnut bread w/ syrup dipping sauce and a rasberry glaze. don't even eat dinner it was huge. go get changed and hit the pub. i walk in the place is slammed. surprising for so early. they have some kind of raffle/prize night. Dude standing on a chair spinning numbers. the prizes are, check this out, raw meat products. yeah raw steak, sausage, even cartons of eggs. WTF. so the bar is full of men drinking beer w/ random raw meat products placed through the bar. i'm trying to think of something funny to say perhaps tie it into a drunk degenerate easter bunny w/ a meat fetish...but i got nothing. have a few beers and head to beach hotel to meet Yve. She is there a bit after meeting time but well before the time i have to start thinking when is it appropriate to bail. Grab a drink share stories about her day. She really is not feeling her friends and her negativity to be honest is a bit of a downer. luckily we quickly change topics and the chat is smooth the rest of the night. go grab a bottle of wine at this place called the balcony. sweet place with; you got it a large outdoor balcony that wraps around the place. only draw back the waitress starts hurding us to another section of the restaurant, apprantly there starting to close. we end sitting w/ an older couple from australia. talk about random stuff, but i remember a conversation about min wage and tips. how in usa food service wage is lower but tips are larger and in australia wage is much higher but no tips. which is better? i don't know. i don't care. luckily we got onto another topic. we try hitting up another spot but nothing is really open except clubs. neither of us being interested in this option we opt for the make out session behind the bus stop. damn it sucks not having you own room. i walk her back to her place and she offers to drive me to coolangatta. sweet! friends we may have the making of an australia romance.