Byron

The next day was when the party really got started and heade into Byron. Stayed ina great camping spot on Clake's Beach. Andrew, Heath and me squashed into a tent, just 'cos Andrew was too lazy to set up his own. Every night "Aw, maybe I should set up my tent" but it never happened. We didn't spend much time at our site anyway. Every morning walk the 50m or so to the beach for the refreshing Pacific Ocean. Then breakfast in this little enclosed Quenslander style bbq area which even had a kettle, toaster and microwave to use. Then a bit of sitting out on the balcony watching the crystal blue waves, the boys perving on the surf school chicks and just the chicks in general. All talk and no action those boys. Andrw made headway on the last couple of nights though, but the friend was leeting her have a bar of it (get it?). Most of our days started this way, alittle slower when we went crazy at the pub with schooners and shots. So much pub action.

Andrew and Lachie had tix for the fest for Saturday to Monday, but Heath and I only had Monday and after seeing how much fun they had on the Saturday we decided we had to go on Sunday too. Well I did and Heathe didn't have any choice. I wasn't going to be in Byron Bay and miss out on seeing The Waifs and The Cat Empire who I was totally on board with again after seeing them with eri at the POW. The only thing was how we would get tickets. Plenty of people were selling them around the place, but at prices we weren't going to pay. We got a hot tip from a local though that they were selling them at the Blues Fest office just down the road so we went to the pub, then walked down there. Lachie was convinced it was 'just around the corner' then after about an hour we got there to find it shut with a notice on the door saying Thursday tix only. As it was friday this wasn't much help to use. So we decided to continue on down the road all the way tothe festival site just to check it out. Lucky we did cos we found that there were tix on sale every day, but only for that day, opening 10am.
So Sunday morning we had a mission. After pikeing early Saturday night deciding at twleve we couldn't go in to town and then being woken up again by the others coming home, we had put out clocks forward for the end of daylight savings and set the alarm to get up , get Lachie to drive us to the site, buy our tickets, come home and probably go swimming. But nothing witht these guys tends to run smoothly. After being slow any way we got to the box office at 10 to 10. Or was it? No it wasn't! It was 10 to 8. We'd gone th wrong way with the time and gotten way ahead of ourselves. Lucky though, cos although we had to wait there for two hours we were the second group in a line that ended up being huge and not everyone was going to get the tickets. So it all worked out fine in the end.