A lighthouse, healing gems, and ganja

Last weekend we went to mythical Byron Bay. Lots of stories entwine around this place, praising its alternative lifestyle and laid-back attitude. However, apart from a higher-than-average density of yoga studios, Tibetan massage parlours, vegan restaurants, and shops selling transcendental bullshit of some sort, it is just a normal beach resort. Hence, we did what mass media regards as "cool", and spent most of the first day playing beach volleyball.


Next day we were up for some seriously alternative stuff and drove to Nimbin, which is just a good hour's drive in the hinterland. Now, Nimbin used to be a deserted village, but in the 1970s a bunch of hippies held a festival there, and they haven't left ever since. Sounded promising. However, it all turned out to be the most shameless tourist trap I have seen so far. The streets were crowded with grey turned hippies, whose brains had obviously taken considerable damage from all the acid. And everywhere you could hear their chant: "Marihuana, chocolate, coooookies!" Not surprisingly, the famous Nimbin Museum was just a run down house with loads of rubbish pasted to the walls.


Next weekend I wanna do something more mainstream.
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