FEEEEEELIIIIIIIZZ NAVIIIIDAAAAAAD! Here we are in Byron Bay, the most easterly point of Australia from a Christmas extranhas surrounded by other passengers who walk as lost as us and above all less echandoos more than usual ... I'm a bit sentimental, truth. We remember a lot from you and send you a big kiss for all from the warmth of the antipodes.
From Rainbow Beach we went to Brisbane (called by the Australians "BrizVegas"), but we spent a night and as we had to leave early, the plan was dinner and bed. It turns out that the hostel had a very lively bar with a toga party (nooo, not dressed up), we met a German, an American couple and a couple of Irish step .... and what happened of course. Kicking the city at dawn looking for a place where we permission to enter with shorts, shirts and flip flops ... we had a teat, talking and dancing ... we are the soul of the party, but not toga. With a bit of a hangover and a few hours before we got up by bus and headed to Byron Bay where we will spend this Christmas. Byron Bay is a city with a stop Pequenho hippie but that being one of the favorite getaways from Sydney has many shops and everything you need for tourism to get (to me recuerda a Bayona, salvando las distancias).
Como no podia ser de otra forma, hemos pasado el dia de nochebuena en la playuni, dandonos un banhito con nuestro gorro de santa en la cabeza todo el dia (mirad sino la felicidad que irradia Martinha con su gorro). En la playa hemos visto lo tipico: Surferos vestidos de papa noel y hasta a unos cuantos jugando un partido de cricket en la playa...en vez de una pachanga aqui se echan unos cuantos "innings"...de lo mas english oye!! 
Cenamos en un restaurante indio con Julia y Isabelle, unas amigas alemanas que habiamos conocido en Great Keppel. Todo estaba muy rico, pero desde luego no como the respective family feasts of seafood ... I is entering a famine langostinitos thinking about those, those partridges, these crabs .... we in the culinary envy is ours.
After dinner (which started at 7 pm, have to adapt!) We went to a conciertillo Pequenho a super-group rock but classic rock. Come on, that the average age of the band were the 49 or so. It was great, Andreas joined the German guy we met in BrisVegas, and we were listening to good music and people were very busy ... So if at 24 all to take home if queeee not change or at Christmas. It was full moon night and even had enough clouds will try to do a couple of pictures before returning home.
For Christmas dinner we signed up for mega-barbecue in the hostel to do some de Pinho and ride a bit of trouble. The guys working at the hostel be currar meat and salads, plus something they called sangria ... in short, was brown and was tasty, but na na sangria. Here you can see the cooks very navidenhos and people lining up with their plates in front of the barbecue.
As you can see, our food appeared navidenha be yours for only Santa Claus hats, especially after seeing family photo with these langostinitos Martha, and us with this peazo wine-carton box that appears in the photo. Three liters of Cabernet Sauvignon nothing less ... richer than expected.
spent Christmas afternoon, despite the pool shoes a time where we, as always passes. We are a English, or Italian (which is uncommon) with which we embarked on a desktop with intrined card game included. As we go home. night we did a very rich pasta with vegetables (these Italians lead in the blood) to compensate for the barbecue, sharing with people from other places, traditions each. Now we know that the Ninh Catalunha undertaken at the clubs with a trunk for gifts shit (it's literal) and the Italians, a witch on her broom and brings presents or charcoal on the 6th of January.
And so ended a day of Christmas extranho shorts and sandals, and much remember all of you. MERRY CHRISTMAS.
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