Liz, Amy, Lucy and I rented a car in Byron Bay, and drove to Nimbin.
Nimbin is classed as the Amsterdam of Australia. Hippieville. When we got out of the car, I looked across the street where there was an outdoor cafe. I have never seen so many dread-locks in one place before. Almost everyone in there had dreads. Old ladies, young men. When we walked passed, there was a guy playing guitar. Liz asked if he could take a picture of him. He said okay. We saw him again later on, and I snapped this picture of him. He then told us that he was the 'Nimbin Bob Marley', and that we could look him up on the Internet if we wanted to. Maybe later.
The city itself is tiny, so we just walked down the main street. Apparently everyone in Nimbin sells drugs. Half the people we walked by tried to sell us this or that. We went to the museum, which wasn't really a museum at all. It was more like a 'Legalize Pot' convention. Most of the stuff in the 'museum' had to do with Marijuana. There were documentaries on the tv's explaining the benefits of pot, pieces of VW vans, neon lights, and more marijuana paraphernalia. When we walked out of the back of the museum, that's where the magic happens. Drug deals going down all over the place. Old ladies selling there 'special' cookies, and old men insisting that they are the best around.
high people are honest people.
