20 Pictures from a summer that won`t be forgotten- Part 3
Byron Bay, NSW
Logan and I left Sydney at four o'clock in the afternoon and arrived at Byron Bay, 1000 km to the north at 5am. We took the train. On the way up, I was dropped into my first, (sadly of many) ridiculous racist, Aussie moment. My Aussie friend psycho_tabby was always telling me horror stories of white, racist aussies, but I never really believed ( Read more... )
Logan and I left Sydney at four o'clock in the afternoon and arrived at Byron Bay, 1000 km to the north at 5am. We took the train. On the way up, I was dropped into my first, (sadly of many) ridiculous racist, Aussie moment. My Aussie friend psycho_tabby was always telling me horror stories of white, racist aussies, but I never really believed ( Read more... )
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