so after checking out on the site we pulled up in the car park next to us to have a walk along the beach…
This was next to us in the car park…
Then headed up to the light house which was just packed with cars, so we just pulled to the side, got my snaps then headed off.
Arts factory hostel…one of the sets for inbetweeners 2…
Carla, girl we met in Hawaii, had written places in my copy of Australian lonely planet on where to go.
This one read… Nimbin, rainforest and weed… Now being the naive soul I am, I first thought, why would we be interested in weeds?! (As in the horrid plants that ruin your garden) but that quickly changed to what she really meant , especially as you arrive into the town, we realised she meant the stuff that makes you hungry, happy and high.
Their language translated…
We pulled up on the street, it is just a through road with a few buildings on each side, that make up this interesting little town.
Within 30seconds of leaving daisy we were approached …
Dreadlocks “hey guys you after some weed?”
Us ” no thank you”
Dreadlocks ” cool, no worries, have a nice day”
Then sat back down to his business of rolling a joint with his nice stash displayed for the public…
We did head in to one shop called the hemp embassy, this was an out of the world place for all! Not just stoners, it had everything you could possibly imagine to do with weed and then stuff you have probably never seen or heard of, they had it all, At the back of the building was a barn style door, the bottom section was locked but the top open displaying a sort of conservatory , on the wall next to the door was a sign saying, due to police keep paying them a visit and stealing their stash, they have now hidden it, but if you ask the staff Nicely they will help you find great location. Brilliant!
No word of a lie it took us 20minuets to go to the loo, pop in to a couple of shops and walk both sides, and within this time we were offered 10 times from different people, and then reasked by two of thoes individuals, so 12 times! The strangest place, however it felt quite safe, we just stuck out like sore thumbs as we weren’t wearing clothes from the 60/70’s