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Three things about our most Easterly point

Purple painted weatherboard houses, indigo dreadlocks and babies in stripey, hand-knitted beanies all co-mingle here.

Sign, signifier and frozen meats

Seeing a fridge like this makes me think a couple of things: first, ah, hostels, how I've missed you; and second, gee, I hope no one steals my food (better put it right at the back).

The level of signage on this particular appliance, however, was almost extensive enough to make one come over all po-mo and start talking about hypertextuality, non-linearity, and texts glossing other texts. The Meta-Textuality of the YHA Communal Fridge: there has got to be a PhD in that, surely.

But I digress. More on Byron Bay shortly.

Mini-travel: Byron Bay

I am tres excitable as I am leaving on a jet plane for  Byron Bay tomorrow afternoon! Just as exciting is the fact that I’m going specifically to worship at the altar of the annual Byron Bay Writers’ Festival. Authors, books, discussion and one of the most lovely spots on Australia's East Coast: not a bad combination.

I booked the flight and the festival pass when I was in the depths of a post-RTW slump, just after we got back, and then promptly put it to the back of my mind.

All of a sudden, I’m thinking about getting to and from airports and considering how many beds there are in a dorm room and generally putting off packing until the very last second.

Oh travel, how I missed you.