The thing about traveling the East Coast of Australia, is that no place looks or feels like the other. Agnes Water is a little place with a countryside feel. We quickly discovered everything the “centrum” had to offer. We ate way too salty fries and encountered bugs and spiders in a new edition than before. I immediately felt uneasy here.
Until now we had been traveling Australia as true explorers. We had been the masters of our fate and through tears, sweat and blood we had overcome every struggle coming our way. It was time to let someone else decide for us what to do and where to go. We let a travel agency sell us tons of tours and hostels.
It was only one month left in Straya and my wildest imagination couldn’t picture what the last days had in store for us. It was gonna be a roller-coaster, for sure. We had started the travel up the coast and was supposed to end in Cairns. First stop was Noosa heads.
One of the best things that happened to us every once in a while was losing the availability of internet.
After two weeks apart it was time to join forces again. I left the horses in Toowoomba and met Lina back in Surfers. I had loved the place the first time, but that didn’t stop me from loving it even more. This time we had time to explore bigger parts of the city. We walked an everlasting walk on the beach and explored some of the streets in town.
I still had this one thing I really wanted; to get closer to the Australian and get to know their everyday life. All of my attempts so far had basically failed but I had one last card up my sleeve. MOVING IN!
I came across a volunteering site called Workaway. As a host you get a hand with your business or around your house and as a traveler you get a unique experience.
Byron Bay couldn’t hold me longer than five days before I had to see MORE, after another extremely long bus ride I arrived at the famous surf spot. It took me less than 10 minutes to get totally lost. With a heavy backpack and extremely warm weather, I wasn’t amused by this. When I finally managed to find the hostel,
Leaving my friends behind in Bondi left an emptiness in me that followed me the 14 hour long bus ride, all the way to Backpackers Inn in Byron Bay. I pulled some jokes with the boys at the desk but didn’t make an effort getting friends with them. I just missed everyone who really knew me. The hostel was quite impressive.