Sunday, February 12, 2012

Of Magic Buses, Hippies, and Friends

As a collective whole, me and my friends started getting antsy about two weeks ago.  The rain wouldn't seem to stop and our options for outings were limited.  I was in a terrible mood, and all I wanted to do was get the hell out of dodge.  That was the main reason I decided to go on the school trip to Byron bay.  I just couldn't imagine another weekend stuck inside our house.  It was becoming my own personal cage.  I really wasn't expecting much out of the weekend, especially since part of it revolved around a hippy community.  I am so not that kind of a girl.  I like the way things are.  I don't need to get high and complain about whatever it is hippies are rebelling against.  Probably modern society - well hello I like modern society, mostly because I doubt I could live without a cell phone and a laptop.  Anyways, the trip began on friday morning and lasted until sunday evening.  Friday morning we all woke up at the crack of dawn, after spending the night before partying, to make our way to campus.  Brynn as usual was the first one to get outside, and when we met up with her we heard the wonderful news - she had seen the magic bus driving down the road to campus.  We had figured that we would be taking a school bus to Byron and the magic bus would pick us up while we were there to take us to Nimbin, but apparently we had no such luck.  Trust me, if you've ever seen the magic bus you would understand the mortification that we faced traveling on it. At first we thought she was joking or that maybe it was going somewhere else, but as we walked on to campus there it was in all its colorful glory.  We no sooner had checked in and found seats before the music started.  I'm not talking top 40s more like "dude give me a hit of some illegal drug so that I might endure this music" and it was not played at a reasonable level, but more like blasted through the sound system so that no ipod could help block it out.  We drove like this for about an hour and a half before we arrived at Nimbin, the city mostly known for its availability of illegal substances.  Within twenty minutes of getting off the bus, I had been offered cookies twice.  I'm not going to lie, I didn't even know what cookies were before I got there.  I had no interest in trying them, and I most definitely was not paying 20 dollars for 3 of them.  Sorry to disappoint.  After that wonderful experience, our bus driver Tim suddenly became a huge fan of the question "is anyone hanging on the edge of reality".  I almost wanted to lie and say I was just to throw him off.  You should have heard the lecture he had given us before we even got to Nimbin.  I'll fill you in - it included lots of facts on cookies and how if we were to buy them it would be "of our own free will".  I'm not joking he issued that statement about 50 times before the end of the conversation.  After we were finally made it to Byron with promises to not see Tim for a whole two days - almost all of deaf by this point from the increased music volume and happy to see him go - we checked into our hostel and tried to decide what we wanted to do for the rest of our time.  Friday night was rather uneventful, and ended with me, cam and marine gossiping on the beach and eating ice cream.  Saturday, we were supposed to go kayaking with dolphins, but that got cancelled because of the fact that the waves were too large.  I was really disappointed.  That was another reason I wanted to come on the trip.  I like dolphins and I like kayaking.  Also, they were going to give me free timtams and everyone knows I can't resist tim tams.  However, they made up for it with promises of surf lessons on Sunday.  So Saturday, me, cam and marine ended up going horse back riding which was a lot of fun.  That night we headed out trying to find something fun - we ended up going to a few different bars and then going to cheeky monkey, which was pretty awesome for the fact that we got to dance on tables.  On Sunday, we surfed.  It was kind of really difficult.  Also, I am one of those people who hates failing, it makes me upset.  When I couldn't get up like everyone else, I felt mortified.  I hated not being good at it, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up.  I really want to try again and hopefully become better before going home.  Byron taught me a few lessons.  One never let Brynn drink hard alcohol or she will start talking to you about gay snowmen and throwing water at boys who say that if she went to Hogwarts she'd be in Slytherin.  More importantly it taught me that I have found friends on the other side of the world.  They may be a strange bunch at times, but I really enjoy them.  Byron Bay was an amazing place to visit, the beaches were sick and the people were laid back.  I hope to travel there again before I leave, but who really knows what will happen. Well until next week...

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