Saturday: Lennox Head
May 29 2005 12:48 AM | Australia
Greetings from Byron Bay, the eastern most point of
Australia.
I spent the night at Lake Ainsworth, the Sport and Recreation camp where the BSU students stay during their semester Asutralian program. The camp is great, and just off a freshwater lake. The director of the camp is being very gracious. I slept to the sound of the surf. I woke up to the sound of exotic birds chirping (a change from the greyhounds barking back home). And my cabin was just about fifteen feet from the beach, so I wandered down there. Lennox Head is a small village, nesteled against the coast and surrounded by rolling farmland and countryside. The town is thriving, but as of yet not overly-developed like so many coastal towns. Stephen and I are a nice dinner at a food place just by the sea. Morning on the beach was delight between the sun, surf and the sand. Folks were walking their dogs, and some horses trotted by. The sand is very silky; the softest I’ve ever felt.
I spent the night at Lake Ainsworth, the Sport and Recreation camp where the BSU students stay during their semester Asutralian program. The camp is great, and just off a freshwater lake. The director of the camp is being very gracious. I slept to the sound of the surf. I woke up to the sound of exotic birds chirping (a change from the greyhounds barking back home). And my cabin was just about fifteen feet from the beach, so I wandered down there. Lennox Head is a small village, nesteled against the coast and surrounded by rolling farmland and countryside. The town is thriving, but as of yet not overly-developed like so many coastal towns. Stephen and I are a nice dinner at a food place just by the sea. Morning on the beach was delight between the sun, surf and the sand. Folks were walking their dogs, and some horses trotted by. The sand is very silky; the softest I’ve ever felt.