byron bliss
I had to ditch my Vespa plans for 4 days whilst I was dragged like a screaming child to a 5 star resort at Byron Bay by the colonel and a select few of her high achieving workmates. I dreamt of pulling out the steering column from the beast whilst playing 9 holes at the local course, and fantasised about bathing the engine in degreaser whilst I snorkled with the fish out from the bay. I was saved briefly when we hired a scooter from a motorbike store, and I spotted some Vespas in their workshop, but overall it was a miserable weekend, where excess was the norm, and a large multinational had to lay off several staff to finance our seafood bills.