The day we left for Byron, organic hipster surfer capital of the south, was tinged with sadness as we said goodbye to Daddy for three weeks. Not easy to split the family up any time, but especially on an adventure like this. He gallantly dropped us off and stoically begin his trek back to the cold while we bought a juice and almost missed our flight to the Gold Coast, trying to board a Virgin plane instead of Jetstar. We’ve never run so fast in our lives across a BIG terminal, screaming our way in just as the door was closing. The girls were not impressed by this skilled show of girlpower-mothering.
Mishap aside, the rest of the journey north went smoothly, and in our little Honda we drove down to Byron Bay, stopping for an early organic chia seeded lunch at the typical shabby chic styled Belongil cafe. The girls rather wanted a burger but none of that nastiness allowed on the menu 👻. After, crossing the road we walked up onto one of the most SPECTACULAR beaches I’ve ever seen. Kilometres and kilometres of squeaky white sand, warm crashing waves, and best of all… empty. Too good to be true- unless you count currents and rip tides as a con, of course. Truly glorious. However, what I realised is that all the beaches in this area are like this… they are honestly perfection.
After a swim and play, into town we went via the supermarket en route to our heavenly Surf Shack, our perfect Airbnb run by lovely Emma, in Suffolk Park. Just minutes from the 10km of wild Suffolk park beach, it was the perfect base. 15 minutes from Byron proper, but quiet and so easy to get around. Coupled with that, Emma had us all over for a fab dinner and wine, along with her delicious children, so once again, another incredible host.. we have been so lucky.
Days of surf lessons, tie dye, more bearded surfer dudes, barefoot hippy children, picnics, circus performing, milkshakes and exploring ensued: a fine way to spend our last days of civilisation before the big adventure…. two weeks volunteering in a hut in the Philippines!