Feeling like a digital fugitive, I left for a few days holiday in Byron Bay without taking my phone…
It felt like something was missing, probably how a policeman feels without a gun. But it is interesting how quiet and slow it gets without connectivity. Like there is more space around things.
The Atlantic hotel was the perfect base. A calm & beautiful well-mannered space with little details thoughtfully attended to. It has that rare ingredient in a hotel – charm.
Long walks along the beach did their thing: the start of a slow exhale after a demanding and vigorous job. It’s admirable how Byron council has protected its beach from the presence of buildings: the vast natural beauty is undiminished.
There’s good food in Byron now. My favourite stop was the raw vegan cafe Naked Treaties. A real sense of food being made with love: the almond milk cappuccino was a whole new level of coffee experience. Just next door the homewards store Ahoy Trader, bursts with vitality and colour. What could well be the best boutique in Australia is just opposite the Atlantic – Island Luxe Tribe. Like a store you would find in Los Angeles or Copenhagen: it has beautiful unique clothes in luxurious raw fabrics. That hard to reach junction of elegant and casual.
Byron could be an older version of Sydney, one that’s been merged with a part of Hawaii. Yet at the same time, in a complete contradiction, it feels very current. A tropical dreaminess can be found there, a gateway to that elusive state of recharging and replenishing.