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.
It’s funny how fast we adapt to new circumstances. Five weeks ago it had been awkward to even walk into a hostel and I felt like a retard. Coming back from the mountains was more like coming home. Hiking and playing it rough last couple of days made us think of Bondi Backpackers as luxury.
Only a fool like me make plans to go camp in the mountains just like that, and only Krista, my new best friend from America, is crazy enough to join in. Looking back, I think the mountains would have been quite boring without her. I also think I would have died. She knows how to read a map and she forced me to keep going when I wanted to give up.