So two key elements of Quirk Manor were playing the away game this weekend, Matt & Jack hit up a bit of sunshine.
First off, we flew to Brisbane, where we sat in the airport for 3 hours watching the baggage carousel go around and around with a dicktation sticker on it.
First off, we flew to Brisbane, where we sat in the airport for 3 hours watching the baggage carousel go around and around with a dicktation sticker on it.
That was a laugh, then we got a bus to Byron Bay where we were reunited with Anika & Kathi and their super van with new and improved interior decor. (Please note home made selotape stars...) They still, however, were obsessed with Britney Spears. some people never change....
We spent one night in Byron Bay at the Arts Factory which was awesome, had a creek, a beach volleyball court, a little jungle where everyone camped. Unfortunately, the creek means there were shit loads of mosquitos and we had to camp on some seriously hard ground with no padding. That hurt. The picture below was taken by some aussie boguns after lincoln pestered them and ruined two other shots by grabbing my arse. this one is acceptable. he redeemed himself by winning a fight against two long necked aquatic birds that were shouting at him from a tree some way off.
We went out to Coco Maras that night and had a boogie. Lincoln was almost in with a Swedish bird (the blonde one in this photo below) but the results of his affections are as yet, unknown.
The next day, we rode in convoy to NIMBIN, and from what we had heard about it, we expected a really bonkers time spent with hippies, ganja faeries, tramps and aboriginal locals. They were all there obviously, but so was a whole other bunch of weirdo's and freaks too. Including us.
The others managed to crash their hire car, so we spent at least an hour cleaning the car with baby wipes, then headed up the hill to see what the craic was! The highlight of the day was the town mayor on the Tanoi system telling everyone to spark up their spliffs and ignore the police (but dont blow smoke in the officers faces)
There was a parade at 2 and then everyone sat in the middle of the street and there was some whisper of trying to break the world record for most amount of people lighting a spliff at the same time. I couldnt count, but there was quite a lot of people there doing so, so hopefully we made history. The bloke standing on the roof of the town hall, the conductor of ceremonies then got everyone chanting "change the law" which was hilarious. There was also a huge inflatable joint being thrown over the crowd. This place was jokes.
Other highlights of the weekend were all the time spent in either the comfy van, or the sweaty / cold tent, the Nimbin museum, which was run by artists and locals but was pretty much just a homage to weed, it was great fun watching a gang of 12 year olds go around selling weed and running their business very effectively.
So Nimbin the town was a laugh, camping was awesome and it was amazing to get some sun + get sunburnt within ten minutes. Was really keen to see what happened if Lincoln had have been left there. I think he would have made a den in the woods and be eating raw kangaroo or a journey of internal discovery within a week
