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With Sydney still a little further away than expected we decided to hit the happening sea-side town of Byron Bay for Christmas. We though we would celebrate the occasion by staying a whole 3 mights in one place! Although due to the collapse of our $5 charity tent after night 2 we did end up moving from one side of the campsite to the other so take refuge a hug tent owned by a couple of Dutch girls.

We arrived much later than planned on Christams Eve (partly due to the bizarre 1 hour time differnce when you cross the, err, North/ South divide between New SouthWales and Queensland and I set up camp while Jonno got down top the important task of brewing the mulled wine. We thought we had purchased a good 5 litres of red goon for the purpose but it turned out to be white. Luckily white mulled wine was an absolute triumph and som of th best I have ever tasted. After a lie in on Christmas morning we exchanged ou not-so-secret sant presents and christmas cards and then headed down to the beach where we lounged for most of the day, apart from when we were getting angry waiting 2 hours for a bit a bbq space to cook our traditional backpacker christmas stir fry.

We had planned to spend the evening partying down on the beach, which was a fine idea. Sadly having got totlly lost walking back to our campsite and spending a few gazzillion hours wandering around instead of 30 minutes we didn't quite have the energy left to go back into town and instead whiled the night away playing cards with a group of 3 dutch we met at the campsite (whose tent we would later retreat to). We had a little more success the next day by driving into town and back to our campsite in their car (so we didnt have the chance to get lost) and after a valiant effort at surfing we just about managed to party in the evening before all crashing out early and needing to go to bed.