a thought or two from byron bay

travel is not always cloudless days when time flies cause you're having so much fun.it's not always people and events bringing smile on your face.there are times when all that called 'adventure' becomes 'nuisance' and as frustration swells within this less-than-ok day, you suddenly realise that travel can be not an alternative you desire.
so what could go wrong on a day that starts with rain, another boring bowl of porridge and two black cockatoos screeching their ear-piercing greetings as you pass them on the bike? one, two, five punctures, a driver that gives you a lift in a van full of money when your own pockets are nearly empty. another puncture when in a desperate move you decide to get somewhere despite all that. and when you finally give in and take the train it runs late enough to make your miserable wait on a cold deserted station an eternity. so when you finally get there just to see your pick up van's back lights disappearing into darkness you're most probably just one step from madness...
that was Tuesday, the day when my odometer showed the first triple zero in Oz. after a thousand kilometres i felt i deserved a break. the place happened to be Byron Bay - where a hippie meets a yuppie, even dogs are taught to surf and where after a series of yoga, meditation and massage workshops you can dine in a vegan organic cafe among dreadlocked locals or slightly stoned modern version of flower-power generation.
so what would i be doing in a place like that?
first of all, take it easy. then, learn to surf (i'm still worse than the crappest surf-dog), let the cyclist' tan spread up, watch the whales passing on their way north (wonder who will get there first...), indulge in lengthy conversations leading to somewhat alien conclusions, play pictionary on a rainy sunday...
in short, i'm giving myself a chance to get restless again. which will happen soon...