I arrived in Byron Bay, New South Wales (near Gold Coast), in the morning. The hostel and 'just outside the town: the jungle! It's called Arts Factory: which already 'says it all! Haunt of hippies, surfers and "people looking for themselves "... Cool! If I had 20 years ... I'm 30 and humidity 'is felt in the kidney! ... Joking aside, I immediately searched for accommodation more 'convenient,' cause when I looked out on the beach in the beautiful Tallow Beach Arakwal National Park, I decided on the spot, want to settle down for a while 'time here and sleep on nails for a few months and I do not 'really seemed appropriate. If the hostel, in fact, 'the perfect place for a night for long periods and' definitely should find a room or a bed somewhere. When I overlooking Tallow Beach, after walking surrounded by lush vegetation, and I 'became a beautiful landscape: a beach infinite, not even the shadow of a house on the coast. On one side the sea on the other spot in the middle of a beach and I 'now appeared as a "no man's land" on one side attacked from the sea by the waves that I had never seen in my life and the other by wild vegetation. This language "beige" in the middle, gilded by the sun's reflections on the wet sand and broken here and there 'a tree trunk still, they seem to be a big lizard, and numerous shells and mollusc shells fell through and now fruitless , and 'attacked by waves cherished by all lovers of the surf and on the other hand the roots of shrubs and plants driven into the ground. Almost as if there were default on the part of a plan to conquer the language fiery nature of sand that seems not to belong. A plan to attack from above by the waves as they go to break, creating a thundering roar that if you find yourself alone in a place like this, and I assure you 'loud and takes a little' getting used to; and the conquest of land by the roots as you go to stick pins into the ground trying to wound him to death. But that streak does not seem to feel the attacks on its borders in the course and at its center continues to host the lives of several bodies: small crabs that sprout from the sand through the perfect circles and regular and fast traveling short distances and then posted again under the soil wet. Gulls, numerous, often sit down on the shoreline to contemplate the horizon, after long flights, aiming the water to sense those ripples in the waves that could lead to more 'easy food. Walking casually taking pictures of the promontory of Cape Byron, which envelops me on the left, with its lighthouse that stands tall white man to save place boats in the grip of waves, I run three times in abandoned snakes and scaly skin. Probably choose the open beach in the early hours of the morning, when nobody sees them, to strip naked and get rid of their old and wrinkled Pellacchia, then crawl up inside and shelter from the scorching rays of the Australian sun. I walk a minimum 15-20 km, and finally reach the opposite end from which divides Byron Bay Lennox Head and Ballina. I decide to go inside to see what has combined man and I find myself in a small community 'device: Suffolk Park. A series of terraced houses at 400-500 meters from the sea, separated from it by various trees and shrubs that hide everything from view, a village of bungalows is intended only for residents or so ', at least appears to be written for many ground " Suffolk Park is not for turists "," Vacancy for just community "and so 'on ... Going back inside I find the main road in Suffolk Park Byron Bay Lennox Head on one side and the other on my right, a cluster of homes and businesses' commercial a Despar, Park Motel, who claims to have great beer and transmit any part of any sport, a Thai takeaway and a pizzeria. I start on the right wanting to retrace my steps, but from the street to try to become familiar with the interior. Byron Bay, in reality ', lacks a real downtown with lots of square, church, town hall, etc ..., but has more' than anything else the shabby appearance of a fishing village created primarily to shelter to them. The only difference is 'that the fishermen here, in reality', are surfers in the 60s hippies who colonized the place not caring to certain housing and town planning that was being created around them. The riders had stopped 'cause there are big waves and because' the place and 'fantastic course. After them, however, 'and' tourism and also got a pleasant speculation that he wanted to force things to give refuge and shelter, under which smoking their joints, to 'poor sti Hippies. Cosi 'in Byron Bay can be seen in an endless row of detached houses with their small "backyard" in perfect "Inglese style", usually built on two floors, with no foundations, with very light materials and soft colors and their fences to define properly the properties' private. This line stretches for several kilometers with short interruptions and just outside the city center starting to meet the top resorts, but that 'does not have the appearance of monsters in concrete, but are mixed with nature and almost always use environmentally friendly materials. Walking along the street I saw a sign on a fence that read: "rent a room" and the phone number. I called immediately. A female voice answers me resting and helpful and told me that if I want I can take the fence a few yards, and meet her. Do not let me say it twice and I'm living in Cheri, a friendly and smiling warmly received in Australia I at his home. Let's talk ', it makes me see the room, after that' we say goodbye and tell her that I would know the next morning, knowing 'that I would surely. I can return in time to enjoy the sunset at Main Beach: the main beach of Byron Bay on a lovely promenade which stretches of meadows and trees on which they rest and relax passers-by. The show and 'fantastic among the last riders waiting at dusk the latest wave sitting on their boards, I pass a school of dolphins that rhythmically raise their fins emerging from water and amazement and wonder in the audience of observers on the lookout . We follow the trail all with the look of the dolphins that run faster next to surfers not looking after them, but it 's one of the latter, instead, to take care of dolphins approaching, trying to stroke them, then find one of the fin these and tries to cling to it. With a sigh of relief by all those present the dolphin dives and disappears up to us and to his view. The surfer gives up and is watching too, like us, enchanted the herd that now line the horizon is lost to our sight bouncing on the water.
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