Conrad Goes Down Under

Taking a breather and seeking the therapeutic combination of sun, sand, and sea. Off for a while Down Under.

Thursday, September 28, 2006
















After a 3 hour shuttle ride from Brisbane CBD, I descended from the Burringbar Range into Byron Bay. I ended up at a hostel called the Arts Factory, apparently started by hippie Americans in the 70s. A rainforested backlot contains a variety of accomodations from tents, cabins (pic on the left is the view from my porch), tepees, and dorms, while some of the staff live in a converted double decker bus. Also onsite is a cinema with couches and reclining chairs (caught a late night showing of "Dusk til Dawn"), as well as a bar with live music and DJs, but it was never too happening. Crazy birds calling at all times of the day, and huge iguanas lounging all over the place. A guy named Cockatoo Paul (walked around with a tame cockatoo on his shoulder) seemed to be the entertainment co-ordinator, the bush guide, and the didj craftsman all in one. There are classes for yoga, massage, didj-making, as well as full art, music, and dance studios.

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