Made it to Byron. Currently sitting in a hammock chair after a refreshing afternoon swim and bask in the sun. We are staying at the Arts Factory Lodge and it is quite an interesting place as it is very hippie-centric (what with the murals of mother nature and tee-pee's and dreadlocked people about) but it is also quite yuppie as Byron is a complete surfer/tourist town. The "tee-pee" we are staying in has wood floors and beds and an electrical outlet. Also, next to our tee-pee is a platform for spiritual healing, including massage, sound, and aroma therapy. Only 80 bucks an hour. Or one could venture over to the "didge pit" and make your own didgeridoo for 165 dollars.
There are a great number of nationalities here and its pretty cool. A lot of people from france/germany/england and western europe, but Russia, the low countries, and eastern europe have made a decent showing too (as well as one or two Israelis). Oh and you shouldn't forget the Canadians. But everyone does anyways. It's good to know that they are still the butt of everyone's jokes even outside the U.S.
A few of us didn't want to bother walking across cap to change after swimming today, and seeing as how we've all seen each other essentially naked by this point (Kangaroo strips and aucre don't leave much to the imagination) we kind of just minded our own business while drying off and changing. What hippies.
We, (meaning Jack, Lauren and myself) had a hell of a time getting here. We checked into the bus terminal @ 5:30 (about an hour early and went across the street for a monterous burger and a couple brews. We got on the bus an hour later and it was almost completely empty. We moved so that each of us could have two seats to ourselves. The first movie that played was sleepless in seattle. I had never seen it and it was a total chick flick but I'll admit, it kind of got to me. It was about home, and family, and lovers: all things I miss very much right now--oh and there was some sarcastic little kid that climbed on shit, which was my real connection to it.
THEN at 10pm we picked up more passengers. At 11 the turned off the tv's and the lights and let everyone try and get some sleep. I then heard a laugh. A high-pitched, wheezy, smoker laugh that carried over the engine and road and even the fat guy snoring three rows ahead of me. It was the kind of laugh I associate with drunk sorority girls and over-privileged southern-Californian royalty. This woman kept laughing her wheezy girlie laugh, almost like cuddly machine gun fire, and walking up and down and up and fucking down the bus.
Because there were empty seats behind me, she came back and started running her mouth off. The most favorable description I can giver her is that of a loud, obnoxious, giggling, c*nt. The other descriptions involve terms and phrases that I learned during my freshman year on the baseball team, and they are not repeatable here by any means.
Around 1:45 I was about to politely ask her to shut the fuck up, when she started talking about her boyfriend and certain aspects of her social life, and drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs--oh, and I almost forgot: drugs.
She couldn't stop talking about her experiences with them and her access to them and then I realized the reason that she hadn't shut her crass mouth for longer than 20 seconds in the past three hours was because she was definitely on something, either cocaine or ICE (that's what they call speed here).
From 2-4:30 she just let her mouth run off and when the two guys admiring her belly shirt/sexual aura weren't responding to her comments she talked to herself, sometimes posing hte question "Isn't it only crazy people that talk to themselves?"
"YES" went my brain
"fucking tweakers" went mouth and lips (under my breath of course)
A highlight was when she was in the bathroom shouting:
"HOW DO I FLUSH THIS THING!? FLUSH DAMNIT! FLUSH FLUSH FLUSH!"
Anyways. She crashed around 4:30 so I slept from 5-8 and and Arrived in Byron @ 8:30. We got some breakfast hung out at the beach and met up with Catlin, Kat, and Anna, got our tee-pee and started kickin back.
There are lizards all over this place and they are the least bashful animals I have seen in my life...apart from maybe Oscar. They will not move unless you flail one of your own appendages at them, and even then its only a few inches. There are also a lot of wild turkeys around here. I'll try and get some photos of them.
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