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I had to be up at 5 am to catch a shuttle bus to the airport to get to Byron Bay. A lad at reception said he would wake me up, so it wouldnt matter how f***ed I got. I went to bed drunk, and when I looked at my watch in the morning it was 6.10 am. I ran down to reception and said why did you not wake me up..and he said he did so I must have fell back asleep. There was a girl at reception who had her backpack on and said she was going the airport, so I ran back up got my stuff, and got in her taxi to go the airport. My flight was at 7 am and the taxi took thirty minutes, so I arrived at 6.40 am. I ran to check in and they would not let me on the flight as you need to be there thirty minutes before departure. I was so f***ing gutted and hungover.
There was flight going to the Gold Coast, for $70 so I had to get on that. I arrived and they said Byron Bay was only one hour away, so I got a shuttle bus to it which ended up not being too bad.
Byron Bay was a cool place, but the people at the hostel were boring as f***. I went drinking with two Canadian lads and I was having an awful night. Because it was s*** I kept drinking more and more to try and have fun but couldnt and ended up smashed. I left and got some crisps on the way home. I woke up in the morning and looked left at the wall and there was orange sick everywere. The worst thing was I was on the tpo bunk and the sick trickled all the way down the wall and on the person underneaths bed. I woke him up and told him, and put jnew sheets on his bed and cleaned the wall haha Thats what you get for bein boring as f*** ha. I did not really get up to much in Byron to be honest, just surfed in the day and went to a bar at night called cheeky monkeys which was a good bar.
On the last night I was getting up the following morning so I did not want to make the same mistake as my last flight.