Later that evening, the group said our goodbyes on the freeway as Kerstin and I diverted to visit one of her Swedish friends at Mooloolaba, on the Sunshine Coast. This place still freaks me out as when I grew up I used to spend Easter holidays in the area at my Grandparents house. Pop used to take us body surfing every morning before breaky and my memories of the beach were a surf shop, fish and chip shop and maybe one other random shack on the beach front. These days it’s a Noosa style esplanade with never-ending boutique shops, restaurants and cafe’s. Still a sweet spot though. We met the very bubbly Frida for coffee who was over the moon to have a Swede (and fake Swede) in town. After a lot of laughs, we said our goodbye’s and headed for Byron Bay where we arrived fairly late in the evening. What better place to spend the last day of the holiday after making it to the most northerly point of Australia than a visit to the most easterly? As it was Kerstin’s first time, we did the usual lighthouse visit and walked around and about for various snaps and amazing views. We had a tasty lunch and browsed the shops, went to the Brewery for a platter of beer and hung around the beach front taking in the sites and sounds of ukuleles and various other hippy instruments and randomness. As the sun came down an entire ‘band’ of colourful alternative folk busted out the assorted bongo drums, saxophone and played some cruisy, hippy style beats. Our favourite moment was a random guy who came by and started clanging a metal spoon and bowl together so he could join in. A nice stop off for the last full day of our trip.
The next morning reality hit home (along with a 9 hour+ drive) as we made our way back home to Sydney. What an epic trip and such a diverse and beautiful big country we are lucky to live in. The challenge is now on to do the most southerly and westerly points of Australia… Why the heck not! Bring it on.