Busty St Clare
Ex-Bluelighter
We packed the car at dawn. It is late October and one of the last weekends left this year for us to camp before the heat of Summer arrived and turns the tent into an oppressive sauna at night. We loaded the tent and bikes and hit the road towards Byron Bay. As we cross the border the landscape instantly changes, the neon green glow of the vegetation explodes around us. We hug the coast through lush rainforest until we arrive at our destination. It is our second home, a small beachside town famous for its alternative twist that we try and escape to at least every few months . People flock from around the world to drop out for a few days and absorb the groovy vibe.
We arrived at our regular campsite and set up our tent under a wild banana tree. It was almost midday and we quickly wolf down lunch before unpacking our gear and making our bed. Warm clothes for later that night were laid out and the lanterns and torches were set up in anticipation of the chaos that was to follow. We drop our acid, tied our cowboy hats to the front of our bikes and peddled out onto the main road. We followed the bike paths into the surrounding bush and headed towards the beach. It was a perfect day, cloudless and warm. We criss crossed the main road and biked for half an hour as the first placebo effects were felt. Sudden anxiety flooded our bodies as cars and trucks would rush past until eventually we arrive at a quick stretch of coastline. It was a little way away from the main beach but we were hardly alone, but it was here that you could sunbake naked without a second gaze from others.
We stumbled towards the water as the giggles start to bubble. The ocean was calm for this part of the world but a strong sweep meant we were reluctant to swim too far out . The foam glistened more than usual and our skin tingled in the cool surf. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. We lay on the towels and sipped coronas as psychedelic wave after wave started to wash our bodies. The Sun sparkled off the water and the white sand squeaked under our toes, of course more amplified than normal.
We eventually stumble back through the dunes to our bikes and proceeded to try and put our shoes and clothes back on as confusion starts to rise. We slowly walked our bikes along the quiet beachside track until we felt confident again to ride. We decided that it was wise to drop the bikes back at camp. We once again took the long route via the bike tracks, only needing to face the wild traffic a few moments before being lost within the secluded bush. We are able to travel comfortably through the back streets, stumbling upon poolside oasis’s that backed onto the bike path full of bikini clad backpackers and locals soaking up the warm Spring afternoon.
We are relieved to finally arrive back at out tent site. The colours now are more intense and the wild turkeys that wander around the camp cause no end of entertainment. By now the Sun had dropped low enough to cover our tent in shade so we open up the doors and strip off and lay on our thick foam mattresses. I plug in my iphone into speakers and turn on some music as the inside of our tent glows blue and moves in harmony with the tunes. We talk and giggle and tingle as we gently touch and massage each other’s bodies.
*Cut to gratuitous sex scene*
We lie back and watch the tent sway and shimmer. A small beetle lands on the roof and slowly crawls around, watching our every move. We laugh and imagine what thoughts this poor insect has in his mind. Is he aware of us? Has he been watching us long? Is he wondering when she will tear my head off and devour me post coitus? Eventually she can’t take it any longer and gets up and squishes the beetle, explaining that he is the James Dean of bugs, lived hard and died young. I am overcome by a bout of giggles and crash tackle her into the ground. We are somewhat aware that other campers must still see us but we don’t really care, and proceed to wrestle naked.
*Fade to steamy love scene*
By now the sun is not far from setting and we decide it is time to have a shower before it gets too dark. We grab our towels and head to the shower block. I close the cubicle door and struggle to disrobe and wash while the walls breathe and heave around me. I finally finish and sit on a chair outside the women’s bathroom. The cement floor and the vehicles around me sway and move and I struggle to make eye contact with other campers who are cooking dinner. Finally she finishes and exits the shower block, we don’t say anything but squeeze our hands and run away back to the tent, laughing about each other’s struggle to bathe. We change into jeans and a fresh t shirt and decide to head into town and grab some dinner.
As we stumble back into civilisation we each realise we are a long way from returning to normal. Byron Bay is full of strange weird characters at the best of time, but on a Friday night, under the influence, it seems that the place is teeming with the odd and confusing. I struggle to order some dumplings and we decide to head down to the beach front and get our heads together. She squeezes my hand tight and I realise she isn’t coping with her surrounds. Worse still, we are due to meet an old friend for a few beers within an hour. I guide us off the main street and follow a small back lane to the beach. As soon as the cool sea breeze hits her face she feels much better. We settle on the rocks not far from a large drum circle and eat some food. Close to 50 people are gathered at the beach, drums and horns pulsate through the night air as we watch the Sun set. Further along an acrobat performs back flips while photographers capture images of the night. Just another Friday night in paradise really. Later fire jugglers will gather on the beach and this town comes alive.
My friend texts me to postpone until the next day, which once again lifts the pressure from my trip buddy. Safe in the knowledge that we won’t have to brave a crowded bar tonight we decide the best course of action is to grab a pizza and head back to our tent. Within 20minutes we are back at our tent, strip naked and eating dinner. I play DJ and cue up some Gomez and we giggle and laugh about life and love. She grabs me as the wind blows the tent and squeezes close when we hear different animals come alive in the bush land beyond our tent. Song lyrics are absorbed and tears are shed as we discussed different feelings that are heartfelt. The hours pass and we curl up close together, and a happy afterglow envelops our bodies and we slowly drift to sleep.
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