Unfortunately I then booked my Greyhound bus journeys all the way down to Newcastle and totally forgot about Coolangatta! But no dramas…I cancelled the room and was about to get on the bus to Byron Bay. It’s always nicer to have something booked that you know you’re doing when you arrive, so while I waited at Brisbane bus station I started phoning hostels. The first option was full, so I tried the next option, that was full too, and so it went. I had thought it would be ok – the famous Blues Fest had finished a week earlier, and the rest of the coast was quite quiet as everyone was back at school and the weather was on the turn but no. Byron Bay was full. So in the 20 minutes before the bus left, I ran to the desk in a panic and asked if I could add a stop at Coolangatta, and while the lady typed I reinstated my night in the dorm at Komune.