Byron Bay 
It was 6:30 in the morning when we had to get up. The landlady of the backpackers drove us to the Greyhound busterminal
and we entered a bus southbound to Byron Bay. It took us allmost 7 hours and on the way we passed Brisbane and Surfers Paradise. S.P. is Australias answer to Las Vegas and Mallorca and I felt a little unconfortabl about how Byron would be. Though Byrons only income are the backpackers, it has sill kept his charm. Not only is it famous for it´s long beaches, but also for all the hippies living there. Fortunately we booked a room in advance, cause the whole city was booked out. After all this exhausting travelling we allowed ourselves a huge BBQ and a lot of beer, which gave us a really fast sleep. Freshly and recreated we got up the next morning, some of us had a little hang over and started out to the most powerful lighthouse of the southern hemisphere

- Australias most easterly point -

and Australias most easterly point. I had a lombago and was hardly able to move, but the path and the views made more than up for this.
On our way home we met this guy on the beach making amazing sandcastles.He sells postcards with photos of his work, and has a box asking for donations. It's how he lives. He calls it sandology.

 
Nimbin 
The next morning we wanted to go to Nimbin and so we hired a car. Aussies drive on the left side of the street and I felt like I was in a bad movie. But that wasn`t all. The conditions of the roads are catastrophic. I have never seen so many holes in the roadway. E.g. in Germany it is not allowed to have a narrow curve following a hill and we have got a code that tells us how many curves a street may have if the maximum speedlimit is 100 km/h. Ok, we are in Down Under and many things are different here.
Nimbin itself wouldn´t be really worth mentioning if not for all the hippies living there. Where ever you go you can smell the sweet aroma in the air. They came in 1964 and it seems, that since that day none of them has left the town again. Whoever wants to get some stuff to smoke only has to wait, until one of the locals asks him to buy some. It must be like cockaigne. A few years ago they opened a museum, which rather seems to be a wast dump. You can find anything there. Old tools, clothes, books and even an old VW bus.
At the informationcentre we got the tip, that there`s a nice waterfall not far from the town. So we entered our small car again and drove in the discribed direction.
On the way we picked up a hitchhiker who promised to show us the way to this fall. But after she left us, we were in the middle of nowhere.Only a few hours later and due to the help of some other locals we finaly got to the fall. And what a fall. It was 2 meters, maybe 3 meters high, the water was full of algae an it rained cats and dogs. Everybody seems to be stoned here?! But we didn´t really care and had a filling lunch.