The back way out of Evan’s Head was a nice quiet road, before being thrown back on to the Pacific Highway, in a section along the river that was a little narrow for the trucks on it. However, we go it done and soon the traffic turned across the river, and we continued our way along the south side in peace, towards the Burns Point Ferry.

Yet another ferry we’ve discovered in New South Wales, they just don’t seem to be in to building bridges. It’s a great way to miss the traffic though.

Ballina was good for a coffee, then on north to Byron Bay. It was hectic busy - cars everywhere and everyone in a hurry, but we found our campsite and put our tents up on the worst pitch we’ve seen. Small, sloping and under a very bright street lamp. Still, we can deal with pretty much anything by now.

After a bit more Uni research for Tiger we headed down to the beach and Byron was kicking off. Fire twirlers, a silent disco, a Christian preacher all mixed up together. That’s Byron Bay.