New Years!!!!!2010 wahoo

Last I left off was me getting dropped off back in Byron Bay. This is true, what I left out was me not knowing where to stay. Right when I got into town I checked back into my hostel b/c I could not find anyone to stay with (couchsurfing, friends that I met in Byron bay). So I booked one night at the hostel. Realistically I could only stay there for one night because everything was booked until new years. On arrival into my same room, I met 6 kids from Melbourne who where staying in the same room. All pretty cool. We hung out all day and decided to go out that night for drinks. Little that I knew that these kids were freaking crazy. We drank, they drank more. I showed them a couple drinking games...they drank more. Before we even left one of the kids was crawling on the ground like a newborn baby. Come on now. As the night progressed we finally left, all in flip flops and casual gear. The first bar was decent but we all wanted something better. Outside the bar there were these bike taxi's. We jumped in, and headed to the next place. We get there and they say we need shoes...back on the taxi. Get back to the hostel, grab our shoes and head out (more like 30 minutes later) One of the kids decided to run next to the taxi the whole entire bike ride, which was from one side of town to the other. What a champ. We all get there and pretty much everyone gets lost in translation at the bar. Oh well, this is how it has been my whole trip. I hung out there for a bit and headed out. Walking down the street I met two kids from Sydney. They were also on holiday just like everyone else. As we were talking, sleeping arrangement popped into my head (tomorrow I have no where to sleep/stay) I ask them what there plans were. They said they were camping 10 minutes outside of town. I told them my situation and they offered me to sleep at there campsite. So lucky. This was all a bit of drunken talk so most likely this wasn't actually gonna happen.

I get back to the hostel and these Melbourne kids are all over the place. Yelling and screaming and having a hoot. It was pretty funny, I laughed quite a bit until my stomach couldn't take it any longer and then went to bed

Next day I wake and the two Swedish girls that were in our room looked real angry. I ask "whats wrong?" there like, "you didn't wake up last night when we were yelling at everyone in the room?". Supposedly the kid that was in our room couldn't hold is alcohol and puked from the top bunk all the way to the middle floor, which was all over the two Swedish girls clothes! I guess they tried to wake this kid up to clean it but he never woke up, his friends refused to clean it, so the girls complained and got all of them kicked out the next day...I was out of there too.

That day we were all out in the streets trying to figure out a game plan. They went to every hostel in town and nothing was available. The forecast was moon soon rains. Luckily I remembered these kids phone number and rang them up. 6 hours later they picked me up!

So these two kids from Sydney were named Pascal and Raf. I called Raf Ralf the whole entire trip unknowingly until I finally figured it out. Sorry. But these guys straight took me into there campsite and fed me and put a shelter over me. Such rad kids.

The campsite was 50 acres big and was filled with campers all traveling to Byron Bay for new years. I guess this was the place to be, and I somehow hit the jackpot and was right in the middle of it. Over the next 5 days I stayed with these kids we met some great people and some horrible people. In particular the group of kids that were right next to us. They had about 30 friends and all wanted to fight pretty much the whole trip. They rented this huge truck and DJ equipment. The problem was they were a bunch of punk kids. They destroyed probably 10-15 tents surrounding the area, including ours. Stole bikes from around town and were a bunch of pricks. Oh well.

New years eve was something special though. Everyone in the campsite got together and had a huge party. For this occasion I brought out my shark hat. Big mistake. First off everyone loved this hat and wanted to wear it. Like a dumb ass this super hot Aussie girl asked to wear my hat for 5 minutes. After huge debate I caved in...2 seconds later my hat was gone. She put it on, then gave it to someone else just like that. For the next 2 hours I was kinda pissed off. 50 acres of land and one hat. No chance I'm gonna find it. I moved on and forgot about it. Party on, its 2010 right? So the rest of the story was pretty much like any other new years eve, you count down the time and yell and scream. High fives for everyone.

About 4 or 5 in the morning I'm hanging out with the opposite neighbors. Cool ones. We were just hanging out, talking about the night when this kid walks by us. He's wearing my hat! WTF. I got up, went up to him, told him my situation and grabbed the hat back. No way! I finally found my hat. I got up and went into my hat, locked it up and went to bed. What a night. There's more stories but can't write about them. Ask me later