Walkway to our bed for the night & there it is...!!!
Drinks on the deck darling? & The Flying Goolie - (Awesome Art)
Who wants to chill out in a great place?
In the 70’s many hippies, local and international artist’s created the ‘Arts Factory Village’! In the 80’s it was an internationally recognized rock and roll venue.
Today you can enjoy the atmosphere, laze by the pool, swing in the hammocks or enjoy a drink at the Historic Buddha Bar. All while staying in a funky abode by the water as we did or you could try sleeping in a tepee! They also have the Byron Lounge Cinema, pick a couch & enjoy a movie! Oh & they do an excellent breakfast. You can check them out on facebook or at http://nomadshostels.com/arts-factory/
After a quick look around on Friday night we stopped for a drink at the ‘Railway’, enjoyed the Band & then headed back to our abode by the water, only to be woken at 3am by.......”it’s Josh, it’s Josh, I’ve got chippies” Marty’s reply is to the point “F*@k off Man”. Then you hear it all over again only this time is next door and then the next, & the next until security catch him up.....
I love the shops at Byron & managed to spot a bargain, getting a ‘Dog Star’ (my new fav label) skirt for half price.
The Arts Factory Backpackers have a regular mini bus service into Byron so you can really enjoy the nightlife. We spent most of our next evening at the Railway Pub again. This time they had an excellent reggae band playing called Anarchist Duck & the pub was full of characters including one older guy who I swear had been taking something a little stronger that a beer or a little ‘Mary Jane’..... He was dancing his heart out..... Later in the evening at another bar & there he is again – still going strong.....?!!!
We had a lot of rain on the Saturday night, it was quiet nice to be sent to sleep listening to the sound of the rain hitting the canvas roof of our hut. Unfortunately the rain did not stop the next day so we farewelled the Arts Factory after another awesome breakfast & departed Byron Bay in the morning for the treacherous drive home.
