Road tripping along the coast from Sydney up north, we share the car with people from all over the globe. After eight long hours, we finally arrive at our hostel in Byron Bay. Though hungry and longing for some sleep, we decide to explore our new temporary home and go to a local bar where we meet people from Europe, Canada and also Sydney and Melbourne.
The next morning, we take surfboards up the beach and I go surfing for the first time in my life. As I walk towards the water, the sun shining on my face, I find myself smiling, not caring about anything other than the ocean in front of me. The waves are crashing against my board and the board is crashing against my body. I can almost see the first bruises on my knees and hips. The wind makes me shiver but I get onto the board anyway, trying to catch a wave. Again and again. I’m floating on the water, my arms paddling towards the endless depths of the sea. I feel pure joy in my chest and paddle a bit further to enjoy the calmness of the water. Moments like this are stuck in my head forever, and at some point in the future I will randomly remember the cold waterdrops on my bare skin, the wind playing with my wet hair and the salt water on my lips. Life is all about those moments, moments of happiness.
Later that day, we wander up the hills, making our way through nature to the most easterly point of Australia. Barefoot and only wearing our bathers, we climb the fence to take a photo on the rocks with nothing but crystal clear water in front of us.
Our days are filled with lots of laughing, story telling and exploring while the nights are full of dancing and making new friends. I spend five magical days in Byron Bay with two sweet souls always by my side until it is time for us to leave again to go further up the coast.