Transforming from Tourist to Traveller in Byron Bay

So as all trips should, my trip has taken me down some very unexpected roads.

Road number one: I've become stuck in Byron bay.
No, i haven't run out of money, I've just fallen in love with this sleepy/crazyy town, as well as the hostel I'm staying at. I've decided to abandon the obsession with sight seeing and scrap a few of my plans in order to stay here to focus on what really is the best part of travel, meeting people and having totally unexpected experiences thanks to the new friendships you form. And to really cement my status as a short-term long-termer, I've moved into a tent on the hostel's camping area. Yes, I am a bottom-dweller, and proud of it. I'm in a huge, 8 person tent, with one other person, an awesome gal named Sid from LA. It's more like luxury camping - or it would be if it weren't for the fact that it has been raining torrentially for about 5 days STRAIGHT. But other than the unpleasant dampness of all my clothing, Sid and I are staying high and dry. Well, not actually high, contrary to Byron Bay clichés. You know what I mean.

Finally, it seems that Karma has delivered some traveling Tibetan Monks into my lap here at the Arts Factory, a serendipitous addition to this 'spiritual' journey. We'll see what I discover from them over the next few days!

Road number two: Surfing. I'm a complete convert.
I've spent my whole life saying how I'm not an athletic person, I don't like sports, it's just not me. But taking up surfing has changed my mind completely, and that in itself is one of life's real joys. My first lesson was such a blast, and an amazing ego boost. I stunned myself with my ability to actually get up on the board, as well as overcome the fact that I cannot, CANNOT breath out of my nose underwater (people, I have to hold my nose every time I fall off the board. its embarrassing) and live with inhaling ridiculous amounts of seawater every time I take a nose dive. (often.) Anyways. Lessons 2, 3, and 4 were a WHOLE different story. Suddenly I had to actually catch my OWN waves rather than have someone hold onto my board and push me into the wave at the exactly the right moment. I had to figure out timing, learn how and when to paddle into the wave, and discover that my arms are about as strong as two pieces of spaghetti. Basically, learning to surf feels like battling against everything; the waves, the rip, the undertow, the board, and hardest of all, your own physical and mental weaknesses. But after 30 minutes of discouraging struggle, almost on the point of giving up, you finally catch a wave, ride it to shore, and actually manage to steer the board a bit: Hallelujah, you've hit the jackpot of positive emotions. I think the best part has been learning that I can push right through the discouragement, the disappointment, the frustration, the exhaustion, and come out the other end a happy, enthusiastic ball of energy, ready for anything.

On a side note, my tan is coming along miserably. That may have something to do with the fact that I haven't exactly been laying around at the beach, which really is bad for you anyways. But a growing cluster of freckles seems to be gracing my cheeks and nose, and damn it, I like it.

Oh, and last but not least, I just HAVE to brag about this: I won the pub trivia two weeks in a row. (heance the triumphant picture of me with my week one team.) And I had a completely different team each time. Booyah!

Pictures:

Top - the view from my tent.

Middle - tons of byron friends! top to bottum: my trivia team week one, dancing with dan, sam and camilla at coco's, me and jill and cheeky's, and sid and tom hangin out at the hostel.

Bottum - playing scrabble with Sid in the tent. We both crashed at about 10pm right after this game, how sad are we?! Sid won, by the way.

WWOOFing it up in Murwillumbah

Say that 5 times fast. Or even once. I still can't pronounce it.

When I was back in Canada, I decided that WWOOFing would be a great thing to include as part of this travel experience. I've always been curious about the farming lifestyle, and have been getting really sick of my desk job lately. So I figured; no time like the present to see if this life is for me!

Some of you may be asking yourself what WWOOFing is. It's an acronym that stands for "Willing Workers On Organic Farms." To quote the international WWOOF website;

It started in the UK in 1971, and has since become an international movement that is helping people share more sustainable ways of living. WWOOF is an exchange - in return for volunteer help WWOOF hosts offer food, accommodation and opportunities to learn about organic lifestyles. WWOOF organisations link individuals wanting to volunteer on organic farms or smallholdings with people who are looking for volunteer help.

I paid my 60$ to join WWOOF Australia for one year, received my book of australia's WWOOF hosts in the mail 2 weeks later, off I set on my trip with my book in my backpack.

Finding a farm to work on was fairly easy. While in Byron I decided now was the time, so I picked out a few interesting farms from the 'area' to contact. 10 emails later, I was in contact with my Hosts, and a day later was sleeping in the 'WWOOFer' room on their farm!

My hosts are a lovely family of EIGHT! They have 6 children whose ages range between 25 - 10. The farm is basically a self-sustaining operation; they grow veggies and fruit, keep cows, sheep, ducks, geese, turkies, and chickens; all for their own consumption. The only product they market are their Freerange Organic Eggs.

On my first day I was put right to work weeding, hoeing, then planting a new veggie patch. I've never been a gardener, but I must say - looking over the little patch I had taken from rainforest-overgrowth to food-producing-earth made me feel pretty satisfied! Especially the seed planting. One package has SO many seeds, and each tiny little wonder will (theoretically) grow into a large, food producing plant! Amazing.

The afternoon saw me doing some simple woodwork/construction on the Tardis - yes, that Tardis, my Hosts were building as a guest accommodation just beside the main house. I was glad to be of help with that project, and I have come to realize that knowing how to cut freehand curves with a jigsaw isn't the most common skill in the world.

I've also collected eggs from uncooperative chickens, taken a shot at milking the cow - very badly, cleaned out chicken sheds to make fresh compost, weeded, weeded and then weeded some more, made dinner for 10 people - twice - including dessert, done housework and normal chores, and generally learned alot about how the place operates.

One thing that I love here is how nothing is wasted. Once a week a couple family members head out to the local "Brumbys" bakery at closing, and help them empty all the leftover bread into garbage bags. The family picks out and keeps the good stuff for themselves, and the rest becomes chicken / animal feed. Then the animal droppings are made into compost which feeds the veggie patch, and any plate scraps go right back into the cycle as chicken feed. Dried grass and wood-project-shavings become chicken nesting material, and the weeds I pull out of the garden are fed to the cows and rabbits. On top of that the family is very resourceful, making good use of garage-sales to stock their home and workshop.

I also love how productive the family is. The kids are expected to help out, ALOT, every day. In fact, the kids are the ones who make dinner every night. Last sunday I watched a 21 year old girl made a full roast dinner complete with roast lamb, chicken, roasted potatoes and carrots, stuffing-from-scratch, perfect yorkshire puddings, and gravy - and she hardly broke a sweat. The youngest son, a hyperactive boy of 10, makes coffee for his parents in the afternoon every day and brings it out to them on the terrace. The boys help thier dad with various projects, fix the family cars, and do other various chores. There is hardly a spare moment in this house, at least until after dinner at 8pm when they settle in for a bit of TV, reading, or personal time. I find I have lost the patience for TV since I've been here (a miracle!!) I had a day off alone at the house, which I was really looking forwards to, but I wound up doing some cleaning because I was bored and unfocused! I am pretty tired, but a person could get used to this amount of productivity in their life!

All in all, a wonderful experience so far; not really what I expected, as all the best experiences are.

Pictures:
Top Set - the farm, aint it lovely?
Set two - me collecting and weighing eggs to determine thier 'size'
Set Three - The garden I weeded, hoed, and planted (yay!!) then one of the workshop arteas, and the TARDIS
Set Four - Pavlova (yuuum), My first aussie BBQ, and the paella meal I cooked for the family one night.