Recently, my sister and I went on a trip to Banora Point in far northern New South Wales to visit my grandparents. It was the first time that we had been to visit them since their big move up north, so everyone was quite excited for the trip! On our first night there, Pa walked over to us and asked us what we would like to do during our stay.
“We’ve really just come to see you guys,” we told him earnestly.
He was not impressed by this, determined that we do things which were fun and exciting, rather than lazing about at home. Which was when he asked us, “Do you want to go to Nimbin?”
My sister and I looked at each other, suppressing giggles.
He nodded, suggesting that we go for a drive to the legendary little town. He leaned in, lowering his voice, and said, “It smells a bit funny there.”
He gave us a very loaded and pointed look.
We could suppress the giggles no longer. We burst out laughing and assumed that Pa was not being serious.
But oh no – he was indeed serious, and set to work planning our day trip to the what is informally known as the weed capital of New South Wales.
So that’s how we ended up in the car on a wild road-trip with our grandparents.
Highlights of the day included Granny picking up some HUGE chilli from a random communal basket in Uki and a letterbox shaped like a Lego man!
When we reached Nimbin, we parked the car and took a stroll down the (one) street. I cannot explain how incredibly strange it is to pass the Hemp Embassy with your relatively conservative grandparents.
Pa seemed to be completely unfazed by the whole situation, and was confused at our apparent awkwardness and continuous bursts of laughter.
While in town, we wandered through the stores – again, it is incredibly strange to browse through drug paraphernalia with your grandparents. I think it was at this point – taking into consideration the entirety of my travelling experience – that I realised that I had now seen and experienced it all.
Once we had grabbed a bite to eat – real food, no funny stuff – we headed back to the car and bid adieu to Nimbin. We were on to the next leg of our day trip: Byron Bay.
My sister and I piled into the back of the car and braced ourselves, silently questioning: what did the rest of the day hold in store for us?
Next week, part two of our adventure will be revealed! Until then! x