My gal Ivy and I decided that Byron Bay seemed fit for our mini getaway after uni was over for the semester. We left around 4pm that afternoon, decided that we would just drive down there and see where the night took us then deal with it in the morning. In simpler terms, it was a semi-planned trip- but we like to think of it as spontaneous and wild. In my 19 years of living had I never been to Byron, so now was the best time for it.
A wicked sunset lead us the way out of Brisbane city as we smashed out the classic ballad, ‘If I ain’t got you’ by Alicia Keys. We had a pit-stop on the Gold Coast for fuel, to gather a mean feed of hummus&pita bread from IGA and a $5 bottle of Rosè. We switched drivers and were well on our way. It was so difficult to drive Ivy’s car because it starts to clonks out if you go over 100km so you have to keep that speed demon instinct well in it’s cage. I’m surprised my friends even trust me to drive their cars with this attitude.
I’m glad we documented everything though because that night was so hilarious. The formulated plan was to drink the wine on the beach and then find our way back to Ivy’s aunties house to sleep. Then we were going to wake up at 4am and go to a lookout to take photo’s of the sunrise. Seemed simple enough, right?
I got too drunk (wait, we both did… I can’t remember much) and found myself disorientated on the streets of Byron. When Ivy beckoned me to get up from where I was perched on the cold cement I told her that she had to get a taxi or uber to take me. I had no idea of my bearings, especially at night. Turns out her Aunties house really wasn’t that far away, I just didn’t know what I was saying.
We stumbled home and I found comfort as my head hit the pillow that night.
I did not find comfort at all when I woke up.
I also did not find comfort when I realised that my phone was missing.
It was panic central, I don’t know how Ivy put up with me to be quite honest. I was freaking out. We decided to eat some sort of food other than pita bread and hummus from the night before.
Cut a long story short (because my panic attack can be found on my YouTube channel when the video uploads) I actually managed to find my phone! Surprisingly! If you think about all the backpackers that come and go through Byron it would seem impossible for me to locate it. The story goes, that some old man had picked it up on the street in the early hours of the morning and decided to hand it to a lady at the real estate – LJ Hooker whom then answered the phone when I called. THANK GOD FOR GOOD PEOPLE.
Believe it or not, good people are still out there my friends.
And thankfully, we are okay.