20 Pictures from a summer that won`t be forgotten- Part 3
Byron Bay, NSW
Logan and I left Sydney at four o'clock in the afternoon and arrived at Byron Bay, 1000 km to the north at 5am. We took the train. On the way up, I was dropped into my first, (sadly of many) ridiculous racist, Aussie moment. My Aussie friend psycho_tabby was always telling me horror stories of white, racist aussies, but I never really believed her, since all the Aussie's I ever met were so nice. Now, I know the truth and it's a little sad.
A few rows back a middle aged (drunk) woman was sitting with a young, Korean who was heading to Brisbane so that he could fly home after working as a cleaner in Sydney for six months. Samples of the conversation:
"So like what's the difference between Chinese, Korean and Japanese?"
"They are different languages."
"I think Korean is just Chinese backwards."
"No, it's a different language."
"Yes, it's just backwards. But they are all backwards to me."
"So what do you study?"
"I want to study business."
"Well, tell me something smart, i've never met a foreigner who was smart."
Ahem. I think Logan went to sleep just so he wouldn't have deal with it anymore. We arrived in Byron Bay (although we quickly learned that no one called it Byron Bay, everyone called it Byron) at 5am. I thought, I am damn tired, my hostel is not open, I am going to sit my ass on the beach and watch the sunrise. And we did. It was a wonderful experience, we dropped our backpacks in the sand and within minutes we were up to our knees in water as the sun rose.
Bryon is a beach town. The water is wonderful and warm, surfers are everywhere, and it was just beautiful. We went on hikes and saw the most Eastern tip of Australia, dolphins, dragons, snakes and the ever present bush turkeys. We went boogie boarding, we lounged on the beach and we got caught in one hell of a rainstorm... in a tent. But most of all I remember this:
Logan and I left Sydney at four o'clock in the afternoon and arrived at Byron Bay, 1000 km to the north at 5am. We took the train. On the way up, I was dropped into my first, (sadly of many) ridiculous racist, Aussie moment. My Aussie friend psycho_tabby was always telling me horror stories of white, racist aussies, but I never really believed her, since all the Aussie's I ever met were so nice. Now, I know the truth and it's a little sad.
A few rows back a middle aged (drunk) woman was sitting with a young, Korean who was heading to Brisbane so that he could fly home after working as a cleaner in Sydney for six months. Samples of the conversation:
"So like what's the difference between Chinese, Korean and Japanese?"
"They are different languages."
"I think Korean is just Chinese backwards."
"No, it's a different language."
"Yes, it's just backwards. But they are all backwards to me."
"So what do you study?"
"I want to study business."
"Well, tell me something smart, i've never met a foreigner who was smart."
Ahem. I think Logan went to sleep just so he wouldn't have deal with it anymore. We arrived in Byron Bay (although we quickly learned that no one called it Byron Bay, everyone called it Byron) at 5am. I thought, I am damn tired, my hostel is not open, I am going to sit my ass on the beach and watch the sunrise. And we did. It was a wonderful experience, we dropped our backpacks in the sand and within minutes we were up to our knees in water as the sun rose.
Bryon is a beach town. The water is wonderful and warm, surfers are everywhere, and it was just beautiful. We went on hikes and saw the most Eastern tip of Australia, dolphins, dragons, snakes and the ever present bush turkeys. We went boogie boarding, we lounged on the beach and we got caught in one hell of a rainstorm... in a tent. But most of all I remember this: