The last week of November I flew up to Byron Bay for 5 days.
It was bliss.
The weather was just the right temp to sweat it out beachside slicked up and thirsty for midday beers.
The day I arrived was a little tough, however.
I went out on a rampage the night before thinking-
"Yeah, I have the week off, I'm on holidays...I GOT THIS",
clearly I didn't "have it" as I spent the entire day spewing up as I tried (very) slowly to pack for my week in Byron.
I got to the airport around 3pm, and felt hungry- hallelujah.
I caught a little shuttle down to Byron, met up with my mates at Woody's Surf Shack and watched the latest Deus surf vid.
......great first night and the next day as follows......
