Hey there,

 

This one is about Byron Bay.

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I’ve had concentrated doses of enchantment by particular locations that made me want to go beyond the occasional act of bivouacking. There is a beautiful coastal town in New South Wales, Australia called Byron Bay. Among the worldly pleasures it offers, it presents a feeling that stands head and shoulders above the rest and that is the yearning to leave everything behind to make it your permanent address.

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Don’t believe me? Well, do you believe Chris? Chris Hemsworth yo, the God of Thunder. Yeah, he vacations there from time to time. I can rest my case here but I’d like to give you a little sneak peak of life on the magical land called Byron Bay

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Termed vicariously by none other than moi as the ‘Goa’ of Australia, the first time I stepped off the antique bus into the land of no care, I was taken by it’s detachment from the outside world. It was a black and white contrast to Sydney, where I educated myself (no thanks to my university and COVID-19). It was truly, in the purest form, a breath of fresh air.

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It was in beauteous Byron that I placed importance on waking up early and having the most important meal of the day because the wild mushrooms spread frivolously on perfectly crispy sourdough bread was really something I looked forward. With a cup of fresh-brewed coffee after the wholesome meal, do you really need anything else in life?

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A captivating beach, the most beautiful people around (in and out), delectable dishes. There was nothing else needed. I did nothing in Byron, but that doesn’t mean I felt nothing. Even though the ideal image of mediation is… well you know what it is - closed eyes, crossed legs, two hands on each side of the knew making a disgruntled peacock; walking through the streets of Byron was meditation for me.

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And I long to return to that state of mediation in the future, hopefully making Byron Bay my permanent address one day.

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