We finally have a day off and Yeol and Andy decide to go in Ballina on the coast about 15 km from the farm. John and 'a good mood this morning and accompanies us to the center. Ballina is the most 'great Byron, more' city, but maintains the small size and a nice walk in front of a mirror of water locked in a sort of bay sheltered by giant waves of the Pacific Ocean. We visit the city center, for information in one of several information centers for tourists who are in every town in Australia even the most 'small and remote. What is most 'interesting' that are highly visible, placed in the city center and it is not kiosks, but quite bulky buildings. However I have the time to ask the girl at the desk to go out with my friend Andy. This strikes me as a sounding visibly embarrassed football and the girl smiles amused surprise. We welcome and we are reaching the beach: in the small bay you can 'easily access the sea through a wide, sandy shore. Here are some little family, a group of a surf school not too far off to practice at sea and some master playing with his dog. The day 'hot, but the strong wind speed passes over our heads threatening clouds. There 's time to lose! We dive, but more 'what else we bathe because we have to walk about 100 meters from the shore always touching the bottom. Having dabbled in the water for good starts a challenge of those memorable: England, Korea, Italy. A triangular memorable in the annals of football. After a real lesson from the Italian team, lying in the sun started to think back: the information desk lady told us that there are no buses after 4 pm and 5 hours are spent. So 'we decided to walk along the coast, visit the pier, and, following the map, to hitch-hiking, our hitchhiking. We face a long road to get to a head, where salt water is forced in a tight course. The sea is rough does the rest: you go to huge waves breaking against the cliff causing a deafening roar and a show indefinable. Meanwhile, in the distance, at that center that we had left only minutes before, we hear voices of sirens and a helicopter. Suddenly we see speeding on the water rippling creek a motor scooter with two people aboard. We note that the passenger takes a big sack on his shoulders. The helicopter follows them and they are lost from view behind a wall of rocks. Just got home we learn from the local News that it was a bank robbery in Australian style or we could say to the Break Point, since the two had with it 'even a surfboard. The reporter gives a strange dynamic of the facts: the two have stolen about 70,000 Australian dollars to the local agency of the Commowealth Bank (the most 'popular and important Australian bank) then board the motor-scooter to an unlikely escape by sea with a sort of tidal wave in progress. The reporter, in fact, said that the escape to the sea and 'ended dramatically with the helicopter and the coastguard and the two that have stuck with one of the two, who apparently had seen too many times the business of Patrick, Keanu and company , jump into the water table and lots and try to get away in the waves. Unfortunately and 'and was overwhelmed and' went to crash with his board on the reef is killed. In addition, the police and 'managed to recover the stolen goods' cause the waves have swallowed up the bag with all the money. Well, unaware of everything ', we continued our walk along the beach on the one hand and housing (sometimes very extravagant see photo) on the other. Machines we have seen many, but none of them 'stop. Arriving at the entrance to the Highway, finally, a van, style flower children, the classic beige Volkswagen, stop! Hallelujah! Cry out in chorus, also because 'and now' almost blind. Two boys from Liverpool, also in their journey through the land of kangaroos, invite us to climb. We settle how we stuck in the back of the van, while Andy makes conversation with them. She explains that they are traveling to the North and would like to get to Byron Bay that night, but got lost. He reassured them by saying that there are a few miles from Byron and show the precise location on the map. The boy and Andy agree on a cross where they can leave. After a few minutes we unloaded at a crossroads lit by a pair of lamps, but this time "totally in the dark"! We manage to catch a few minutes later another pass for only a few km from a young father with a young son and a load of fresh fish in the back. We go down totally disgusted by the intoxicating fragrance of the fruits of the sea and steeped itself in the middle of the night we are going to do yet another hitch. Minutes pass, but nothing! In the meantime, we walk under the moon, at the roadside in darkness and also in Australian vegetation. Passing cars and 'most powerful' rare and begin to grow and multiply strange noises and respects talkative bird Clubs and strange creatures in the bush. " Small steps, we consumed a lot of energy on the beach and are tired. We are only equipped with flip-flops, no water and I proceed with the ball under his arm. As she jokes and sings in a single file "in the jungle, the mighty jungle. The lion sleeps tonight ... "to play down, I start to worry a good trekker and I force the march. After half an hour Korean and exhausted and Andy yells at me to stop because it 's left behind, trailing by half a kilometer. We wait and try to think about what to do. A 200 m in the distance I see a light bill. I tell guys, 'we get there' s so we can rest under the light and hitchhiking. If you put bad we could always ask for hospitality. '"The boys are convinced and continue with me from the light. It is a resort. The boys are exhausted and I understand that something must be done: I was headed for the resort's reception to ask for information, when two lights in the night come out pointing at us. enlighten me, I pull up the boys and shouted: "This must stop!" started screaming, jumping, swearing! The SUV goes straight and we are left only to curse and look away. But Suddenly we see the suv suddenly stop, shift into reverse and be sent to us. The type lowers the window, Andy goes to approach and check the head of a bulldog out of the window. Andy shrinks considerably shaken. But the type and 'extremely kind and says, "I do not usually do' steps to strangers, but I think you are Woofers farm close to mine, do you?" Without hesitation I reply: "That's correct. You are right, man! "And I did not even finish saying:" Come on, jump! ", Which are already 'in the cockpit with me everywhere from slinguazzare bulldog. Finally we arrived at the farm, we thank the good man got out of the car and kneel and kiss the ground! Exhausted, late at night now, we know that the next morning we will have a day's work and, so, 'without saying anything we broke down on our mattresses to fall into a deep sleep dictated by fatigue.
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