Byron Bay, New South Wales
It's 3am. A car alarm goes off, somewhat upstaging the drunk 18-year olds who have been partying like its 1999 for the last hour outside our bedroom window. Adding to this, the hefty 'face like a slapped arse' girl in the bed below makes an interesting bunk companion; every time she rolls over it's like 9.4 on the Richter scale. It doesn't matter though, in my packed eight person dorm room (should be advertised as a cupboard) I'm adjusting to not sleeping. T...