Every second person in Nimbin was a salesperson for cookies, we had to politely decline the whole time because we intended to get some at the last minute before getting back on the bus. A lady also stopped us and said “you’re not the two girls looking for mushrooms are yas?”. There was a “Hemp Embassy” which was pretty cool, and everyone in the town seemed to be mates/have beards. We were about to get some cookies when 4 or 5 cops started walking down the street with a dog and a guy started yelling “TAXI!” over and over again, so I assumed that was a code word signalling for the ladies selling cookies to bail/abandon ship. Then another cop questioned us and said he was bringing the dog back to check so basically we didn’t get to have anything, booo. Good day but.