It's certainly a funny little place...
Picture this..... a barefoot trust-fund hippie in $400 linen pants doing sunrise yoga on the beach while a van-dweller named Gaz (who's been "finding himself" since 1997) brews meth infused coffee on a camp stove 10 metres away...
Meanwhile the local economy runs on three things ... overpriced avocado toast, crystal healing sessions that cost more than rent in most towns, and property agents cackling maniacally as they list wooden beach shacks for $4.2 million!
The original Byron hippies are now either millionaires selling $18 smoothies or quietly living in a tent behind the bottle shop, wondering where it all went wrong.