On our final night in Byron Bay we went out for an amazing seafood dinner and followed it up with drinks and music at a place called the Beach Hotel. We caught the last song of some mediocre reggae band before it was the next band's turn. Out walked four young women in the worst outfits we had ever seen (trust me, they were that bad—think plaid and flower patterns) and we were horrified until we heard them sing. The group began to sing a cappella. They had the most beautiful voices I had ever heard. When they broke into Bob Marley's "Stir It Up" with just their voices and I thought the schoolies were going to turn on them but instead they came out in full force and were dancing like crazy. One of the girls started beat boxing (mind you they were all white girls in old-school Jessica McLintock flowered dresses). It was totally surreal, but so great that we bought their CD.
The next day was our final one in Australia and our sadness in leaving was only relieved by the fact that our next stop was Fiji. We drove through the Gold Coast (stupidly we didn't leave ourselves enough time to surf any of the most stellar surf spots on the planet!), and hit the Brisbane airport with literally minutes to go until our plane took off. You can bet I will be back soon—after all, I have to visit Chancy.
Wish You Were Here,
Rebecca
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