The Far East of the Australian Mainland
Trip Start Aug 01, 2005
141Trip End Dec 15, 2005
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My companion lazes about and I head out to see the beach and Cape of Byron. Picking up a makeshift map from the front desk, I start walking north. The beach is only about 120m away
Walking on, I find the path around the cape and start on my way. The trail is generally a dirt track and it varies from a gentle walk to steep stairs. After about 2km, I come to the famous Byron Lighthouse. It's supposedly the most powerful lighthouse in the Southern Hemisphere. A sign indicates that when it was first built, forest fires kept occuring in the forests about 25km inland. After three years, they figured out that the lens of the lighthouse was acting like a magnifying glass on the rising sun and focusing it on some unfortunate spot out in the forests. I can't resist the gellato ice-cream stand and buy a A$3 strawberry cone. It really hits the spot, and I walk on down the hill to the tip of the cape. The tip is the easternmost point of the Australian mainland. Of course, I take a GPS measurement just to confirm the sign's claims. From this lookout, I can see the surf crashing hard against the rocks down below. I can only imagine what it used to do to ships before the lighthouse was built
Walking on, I come to another lookout point where I can see the endless beaches. Using my binoculars, I watch some people trying to surf. It looks like such a pain in the ass. They have to paddle endlessly against the waves to get out to sea, and then hope for just the right wave to catch back in to shore. It's something I'll have to try someday, but not today. Jellyfish scare me. After walking through some more rainforest on the cape, I make my way back to the hostel. I book a A$60 hiking tour for tomorrow up Mt. Warning, a massive extinct volcano area about 45 minutes away.
The rest of the night is rather uneventful. Byron Bay is filled with more attractive women wearing less clothing than I've ever seen in my life. This might seem to put the odds in a guys favor, but there's a catch. The number of guys with Australian accents wearing swimsuits exceeds the number of women. If there's one thing I've learned on this trip, it's that North American women fall for Australian accents like grass to a lawnmower. To sum it up, Americans equal losers while in Australia.
The day ends at 6pm as I fall asleep...damn buses...