Day 71 - Mullumbimby - rest day
I awoke and met the babysitter, Bri, a 20 something girl with red dreadlocks, she said I should check out Macas camp up in the hills and see Unicorn Falls.
I rode to macas along beautiful country roads and across creeks and streams, past farms and rolling hills. Macas camp was a large area surrounded by bush, a great big tree right in the middle. A zip line had been set up bit was told it needs to be approved by council.
The place was full of long termers, hippies and stoner's enjoying the cheap prices and the pull of Mullumbimby and Byron. Some came years ago and never left. I met Roger an old fella, went through the swinging sixties in London and then came out to Australia. He gave me an astrological reading along with a cup of port and told me a few stories from his life.
We had a fire and Bri twirled a fire stick and I met others from the camp. I'm glad I got a little taste of the Northern Rivers region of NSW.