November 22, 2002 Byron Bay, Australia
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There really are hippies here, just like Lonely Planet says. Long, dirty hair and everything. There's not that many, though, and they're getting pretty old. Byron Bay is a coanfluence of hippies, surfers, yuppies, and tourists. It's a bit like Noosa, but bigger and with more traffic. The weather is beautiful, so I headed for Main Beach, a block from the hostel. it's a very nice beach, and seems to go on forever. There are mountains on the left, including Mount Warning, and Cape Byron on the right, with the lighthouse on top. The beach was pretty crowded, and there were lots of topless sunbathers.
That night I went to check out Byron Bay's legendary nightlife, so I went to a club called Cocomangas. It was small, played crappy music, and was half-empty. The most exciting moment was when three cops came in and hung out for awhile. One danced with the ladies, much to the crowd's delight. I left at midnight when the music became unbeareable, and was surprised to see a line of people waiting to get in.

