30th December 2015
On a mission to get our fitness back on track and burn off the burgers and empty carbs, this morning we woke early to do a little interval running and exercises. We were keen to get straight on the road and head to one of our most anticipated spots, Yamba. So after breaky we did just that.
The rain was a pouring and the wind a howling as we drove into the cruisey little town of Yamba. A drive down the main street and I noticed the town clock was plastered with the bold black words ‘Yamba Time: Relax and Unwind.’ I automatically breathed in the salty fresh sea breeze a little deeper.
First stop was Main Beach. We drove through the packed out carpark, dodged beachgoers and picnickers. We were feeling brave enough to drive through the main car park and down a long ramp one vehicle wide, that leads to a three car car park, literally on the beach. We risked out chances and you wouldn’t read about it… all three spaces were empty. We were lucky enough to score prime possie (position) and secure our set up for the day right on Yamba’s Main Beach. Feeling a little chuffed with ourselves as we didn’t need to pitch umbrellas and pilgrimage down the long ramp to the beach like every other beach goer, we just could sit in the car and check the waves that Main Beach had on offer.
(Main Beach, Yamba)
No more than five minutes later, the rain stopped, the clouds disappeared and the sun came shining through. Not to mention nearly all the beach goes had packed up camp and already left! It was definitely time to throw on the bikinis and make the most of the glorious sunshine. We waxed up the boards, zinced up our faces and danced our way down to the waves. We had the funnest little surf. The perfect summer session after being stuck in the car and in traffic the past few hours.
Naturally we came in from the water hungry and parched. We got a yummy lunch from the kiosk opposite the beach. Sitting in the sun, picnicking and watching the waves is becoming a daily ritual on this trip. We snuck over to Angourie where we checked the waves and explored the back beach there a little. We absolutely loved what we discovered…
(Angourie Beach near Yamba)
The afternoon was ticking on and apparently so too was the traffic accumulating outside of the Byron Bay exit on the highway. All of the Falls Festival party goers were landing in town and we dreaded the thought of being stuck at the back of the traffic pack. With heavy hearts we left this little piece of paradise, but were excited for the next adventure ahead… Byron Bay!!
Choosing to take the Tourist Drive along the coast from Ballina to Byron, we took our time and stopped in to check the beaches along the way. The waves were pumping! We even counted eighty people in the water at the point at Lennox Head. Every man and his dog were out. The car parks were full with surfies. Good looking boys and there vans seemed to be everywhere! We joked of joining Tinder before we even left the car park. But seriously ha.
(Boulders Beach, Skennars Head)
(Lennox Point, Lennox Head)
It’s a shame it was getting late and there was no more time for joining these surfie earthlings in the water. Since we were almost at our final destination, our old house mates place in Byron Bay, we all to excited to be reunited.
Arriving on her front lawn, car horn tooting, our gorgeous friend Bridgette came dancing across the lawn. It took no longer than ten seconds and we were all in fits of laughter, hugging and stoked to be on the beautiful part of this coast… Byron Baby.
We had a yummy Vietnamese dinner and hit the town of Byron. After driving and surfing we were a little tired but managed to party for a few hours at the ‘Beachie.’ There were loads of people in town ready for Falls and new years so naturally this place was packed and had a fun cruisey vibe going on. A funny maxi taxi ride home with a bunch of random boys again had us giggling until we were in stitches. The three of us girls walked up Bridgette’s street, reunited, happy and more than ready to see out 2015 together tomorrow.