On our second full day in Brisbane, we decided to venture out and down the Sunshine Coast and back into New South Wales. Hired car at hand, we marvelled at the 1.5 hour drive and immediate change in time zone as we crossed the NSW border.
As we drove the road was dotted with turns offs to ridiculous place names, some more literal than others:
But Byron was our destination so we avoided the temptation of flirting with other beaches. Our destination did not disappoint--a promenade dotted with surf shops and organic eateries flanked one side and a white sand world-class beach stretched on endlessly into the horizon on the other side.
The locals were friendly, chipper even. And. And. The sand squeaked. Literal squeaking. So much so that we squeaked at its squeaking.
omgoodness yes.
Blue skies, sea breezes, happy people all around. It made absolutely no sense. So we squeaked some more.
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