Finally after hearing so many good stories we finally arrived in the infamous Nimbin. Having drove through the centre on the way to the campsite we knew we’d have a relaxing few few days while smoking (I mean soaking) up the atmosphere.
The Lonely Planet has a rather amusing description “Landing in Nimbin can be like entering a social experiment, particularly at noon, when the Byron day-trippers arrive en mass and find themselves hectored by dreadlocked, tie-dyed pot dealers on the main street. This is the stereotype, of course (not all the pot dealers wear tie-dye), and Nimbin’s residents and culture are actually far more eclectic. A day or two here will reveal a growing artist community, a new age culture and welcoming locals”.
Exactly right. It’s just a mecca for pot smokers where the local police seem to turn a blind eye most of the time – it is so obvious and on show, you’d think it was wholly legal. We stayed two nights and enjoyed every minute, albeit a few pounds heavier having scoffed several bars of chocolate in trying to soften the munchies!