When we woke up about three hours later the inside of the van was like an oven. Not what you want. Now that were going back up north again the weather is a lot better which is kind of weird when you're still in the same country but somewhere like Melbourne it's the middle of the winter
. We figured we might aswell drive the last 50km to Byron Bay where we could sleep without a load of dumb birds screeching outside. I got in the drivers seat, turned the key... Nothing. Not what you want. Always a classic when you leave the lights on. So me and Dave both being pretty clueless got out and stared at the van for about 15 minutes waiting for it to fix itself. Turns out it doesn't work like that. Where's Luke the mechanic when you need him? It was only when my stomach rumbled I realised we had better actually try and do something because we didn't have any food. Where's Luke the chef when you need him? We managed to bump start it with the help of a guy in a campervan next to us and arrived in Byron Bay about half hour later. Close call there for a minute thought we were gonna die by the side of the road. Ok so that might be a slight exaggeration because we were right by the main road but we actually could have been in the shit if something like that had happened on outback roads. Anyway disaster averted although our van does seem like its on its last legs and slowly falling to pieces. Not surprising really because its coming up to 400,000km on the clock (we've only done about 12,000 of them) so it's been around for a while.
We checked into a caravan site in Byron Bay when we arrived which is right by the beach. This place is a lot more like what I imagined the backpacker scene to be like in Australia. Its basically just full of backpackers and hippies and very chilled out. It's very similar to certain places in Thailand rather than Australia. Last night we went to a few bars and got nicely drunk. In one bar you had to walk through a room of pokies (Australian fruit machines) to get to the toilet so it started to get very expensive every time I went for a slash. Its a clever idea because the more you drink the more you gamble. You even get bar's in the bookies over here. I'm surprised they haven't done that back home. Probably just as well. At the end of the night we headed back to our piece of shit van and came across a 24 hour bakery. Sweeeeet. Just what you want.
After leaving Canberra on Monday evening we drove for 12 hours straight, covering about 1100km (800 miles) until we got to just outside Byron Bay yesterday morning. Now that its just me and Dave we have to do more driving which might be why we get so tired after a long drive or it might be that we're driving through the night but at about 8am we pulled up by the side of the road about 50km away from Byron Bay because we couldn't keep our eyes open. Just as we were drifting off we heard a loud screeched "Cockadoodldooo". Not what you want. There was about 30 cockerills outside our van all determined to keep us awake by making that stupid sound so early in the morning but we were too tired to be bothered to move. A shotgun would have come in handy though.