I never thought I would see the day that I felt too old for this beautiful place, but rocking up to a campsite full of dope smoking backpackers pretty much had that effect on us. Having left the mostly tranquil setting of South West Rocks for the backpackers and traffic jams of Byron was quite a shock. We were just glad we were only there for 3 days and getting out before the Blues Festival madness set in at Easter.
We headed to Benongil Beach as soon as our tent was up for a run in the sand before sunset. With shorter days we are desperate to tire the kids out before they get in the tent at night. This pretty much did the job, though dragging them from the beach as it got dark was not so easy.
While our campsite was a dive, the kids were thrilled with the campsite. It had ducks, bush turkeys and roads to ride their bikes - bliss for them.
We took a drive to the lighthouse, but they were not too interested so we left it and I said I would head back for sunrise the next day. With Cape Byron being the most easterly point in Australia, this is recommended as "the place to see the sun rise first". I had planned to take the kids, but they were so shattered we left them behind. The sunrise was good to see, but not the most beautiful I have seen.
Most of our time here was spent on the beaches - Watego to collect perriwinkles, Caseys to swim and Benongil of course for the surf. The currents were very strong and not the best place for the kiddies, and i was somewhat paranoid there having been 2 Indian tourists drowned there the afternoon we arrived. We also managed a swim at the campsite pool - probably the once plus of where we stayed.
Not sure why I feel Byron has lost the magic it once had - perhaps we have just outgrown it, or seen too many more beautiful spots on our travels of late.
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