Perth Galore-y

I found this when we went for a meal! 

The lovely neighbours took me to Perth on their way; the journey was without incident, although we did drive through a sandstorm, which was interesting. When I arrived they dropped me in the city and I went to the bank to get some mullah. I am still pretty unimpressed that you get charged if you don’t withdraw from only your bank, what’s with that! Once I had located my Aussie bank I walked to the hostel. After checking in and changing I went in to town to meet my friend, on the way back in to the city centre I got accosted by a drunk drugged up Irishman. He asked me if I could call him a taxi, I immediately blurted out to the hobo-esque fellow that I didn’t have an Australian sim (lie). Then he proceeded to follow me all the way in to town, despite my telling him I couldn’t help him, Carl introduced himself as “I’m not a bad guy”, he smelt like he had sprayed his beard with Eau de Beer. He insisted on shaking my hand, a lot, with his grubby hands. Then he tried hugging me – there have been few people I’ve pushed myself away from an embrace, he was certainly one of them! I had to tell him that “I didn’t do touching.” I felt like the Emperor and he was certainly throwing off my Groove! No touchy! I messaged my friend to SAVE ME! By this point the weirdo had recognised where I was and left to get home. Thank goodness!

My friend and I had a really nice evening, there was a drink in a bar where they were sectioning off an area for a funtion, I don’t know what that is but it sounds fun, heh! (You see what I did there?). Then we sat in the centre on beanbags where there was a makeshift beach and we had a good chat. Whilst there we saw a lot of children playing in the sand with blow up crocodiles and buckets and what not, we also saw an elderly gentleman within very close proximity to these children and not being   

subtle about watching them. I was trying to establish whose grandparent/father he was… until he walked off… ALONE! My friend and I disgusted by this man started discussing paedophiles, he pronounced it ‘ped-o’, whereas I pronounced it paedo, as it’s supposed to be pronounced, the ‘discussion’ on the pronunciation got louder until I shouted it a little too loud… still near all the children, so we quickly made our way for some food. Whoops. We also went to Kings Park at night, which was quite beautiful and very dark in the park, and lots of people around. It seemed to be the happening place to be.

The next day my cousin, Michael, who I have not seen in 16 years, and his beautiful girlfriend, Alex, picked me up at 10am. LONG TIME! We drove up to the nature reserve and waited for the gorgeous Jacqueline, my other cousin. It was such a beautiful day and so very wonderful to see them. I was quite disappointed that Jacqui had to go early afternoon, but duty called. Fortunately she missed the demonic Brazilian trying to have a go at cracking the whip and almost taking out the guy who had demonstrated. We had already established his lunacy when we were looking at the farm animals. Jacqueline had a lot of knowledge about the animals that I was quite impressed with.

Once we had survived the whip-cracking Brazilian we left the reserve and went for lunch at a winery, which provided complementary wine tasting with dining. So we had quite a few snifters of wine, all sourced from Margaret River don’t you know, la-de-da. There was a bit of flirting from myself with the gents behind the bar, this meant I got larger pours of wine, I’m not sure that was the best idea, but enjoyable and fun nonetheless.

 

Following this, Mike drove us to the chocolate place, where we had free samples of chocolate… I had quite a few samples in my hand and proceeded to get my hand covered in chocolate. We also had an ice-cream there and I completely mixed up two similar common phrases which had me laughing a while. During the day we decided Mike’s new name would be Montrell, we thought this appropriate given the seat massaging bass from the cars subwoofer.

I had had such an absolutely lovely day seeing them and I was sad for it to be over, but I will definitely try to catch up again before I leave Australia!

In the evening I went out to dinner with another friend after several drinks in a side street pub with very comfortable seating, it was like chilling in your own lounge apart from the paying for drinks bit. We went to dinner and I ate a Schnitzel after a discussion earlier that day with Mike, sorry, I mean Montrell,  about schnitzel’s I had to try one. There was a huge plastic crocodile on the ceiling, which amused me greatly; we could have been in Jumanji. 

The next day was spent in Fremantle, checking out the old prison and walking around the town, it was a really lovely day, with cake and tea at a café. The cake was so rich it ended up mutilated to get to the less sweet bits. I love how Australian history is not as far back as English history. I chuckle 

when something “historical” is younger than my Nan, sorry Nan, but in Australia, you’re historical. That night there was a copious amount of alcohol consumed, although I think I was just topping up from the day before. I don’t think I can last another 11 months hostel hopping, you’ll be please to hear that, Mum. So after a 4am finish that day, there was an 8am start! After checking out of the hostel bacon and eggs were had for breakfast and I wandered around the town slowly melting whilst I did some shopping.

I would boldly walk along the shaded bits, and with a look, dared anyone to move me away from that. I’m ginger, man, have some sympathy. By the time I was done and made it to the hostel I was ready to just melt, I caught the sun a little but luckily managed to remain shaded for most of the day, phew! Then it was time to be picked up by the Bali-returning O’Beirne’s; I had definitely missed those guys and it was great to see them and head back to Margaret River. We had some cider and crisps in the car, a new sensation called Burger Rings, like onion ring crisps but obviously a different flavour. Introduced to me by Charlotte on my first day, the burger rings got inhaled, they never stood a chance. 

It was good to get back!