Perth
Well I’ve now left Melbourne. Lots of goodbyes, which I managed, lots of stuff to clean up, which I didn't manage quite as well. Big thanks to Tess (my sister) who has been left behind to pack up all the stuff that didn't go in my backpack.
I also forgot to write the will I promised my mother I would do before I left - so here goes: Its my last dying testament is that everything I have (soon to be simply credit card debts) will go to her - unless I get a cat - in which case ill have to reconsider my loyalties.
Anyway – Perth. I use to live here about 17 years ago, and this is the first time I’ve been back since. The few memories I have of the place suggest that Thelma and Uncle Poppy’s garden path is still the same (I remember running down it when I was little), but my childhood friend Lee is a hell of a lot taller.
My Mum and I have been swaning around (get it – ‘swaning around’ – cause WA emblem is a swan!) I’ve also slept in, and drunk lots of coffee and beer.
Saturday my Mum and I took Cliff (the 16 year old son of my cousin Karen who we are staying with) to Rottenest Island for the day. The ferry left from Hillary’s, just out of Perth. About 3 minutes before departure I decided I needed to use the bathroom. The toilet paper dispensers were the type where the stack of cheap one ply toilet rolls weighed so heavily on the others that every tug resulting in one pathetic thin piece spitting back at you. I had just finished washing my hands when one of the stressed out old lady’s I had lined up with called out “Well how am I meant to get the toilet paper out!”
“I’ll get some for you,” I yelled out. Next minute similar requests came from just about every toilet compartment. My mother and Cliff are waiting at the jetty, worried about why I haven’t returned to catch the ferry, and I’m running around delivering toilet paper to the old and arthritic.
I managed to make the ferry. We had planned to hire bikes and ride around the island, except once we got there, but Mum and I were a little worried about leaving Cliff behind in a cloud of dust once we really got going – not to mention certain rumors about the state of one buttocks after such a ride. So instead we walked around the island, visited the museum and enjoyed the beautiful beaches.
This evening we had dinner with our friends Fi and Paul, in a fantastic, but empty Greek Restaurant. Fi and Paul have traveled extensively, and I believe have been to Greece, so I found it funny to hear Fiona say she hadn’t had Greek food this good since she was in Melbourne.
Next stop is Cape Town.
I also forgot to write the will I promised my mother I would do before I left - so here goes: Its my last dying testament is that everything I have (soon to be simply credit card debts) will go to her - unless I get a cat - in which case ill have to reconsider my loyalties.
Anyway – Perth. I use to live here about 17 years ago, and this is the first time I’ve been back since. The few memories I have of the place suggest that Thelma and Uncle Poppy’s garden path is still the same (I remember running down it when I was little), but my childhood friend Lee is a hell of a lot taller.
My Mum and I have been swaning around (get it – ‘swaning around’ – cause WA emblem is a swan!) I’ve also slept in, and drunk lots of coffee and beer.
Saturday my Mum and I took Cliff (the 16 year old son of my cousin Karen who we are staying with) to Rottenest Island for the day. The ferry left from Hillary’s, just out of Perth. About 3 minutes before departure I decided I needed to use the bathroom. The toilet paper dispensers were the type where the stack of cheap one ply toilet rolls weighed so heavily on the others that every tug resulting in one pathetic thin piece spitting back at you. I had just finished washing my hands when one of the stressed out old lady’s I had lined up with called out “Well how am I meant to get the toilet paper out!”
“I’ll get some for you,” I yelled out. Next minute similar requests came from just about every toilet compartment. My mother and Cliff are waiting at the jetty, worried about why I haven’t returned to catch the ferry, and I’m running around delivering toilet paper to the old and arthritic.
I managed to make the ferry. We had planned to hire bikes and ride around the island, except once we got there, but Mum and I were a little worried about leaving Cliff behind in a cloud of dust once we really got going – not to mention certain rumors about the state of one buttocks after such a ride. So instead we walked around the island, visited the museum and enjoyed the beautiful beaches.
This evening we had dinner with our friends Fi and Paul, in a fantastic, but empty Greek Restaurant. Fi and Paul have traveled extensively, and I believe have been to Greece, so I found it funny to hear Fiona say she hadn’t had Greek food this good since she was in Melbourne.
Next stop is Cape Town.
posted by Courtney | 7:35 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Courtney by now I think you are on a plane to Africa (though I'm not sure about the time differnce). I'll miss you lots and I've packed up all your stuff (so I borrowed your necklace as payment). Hope you have a great time and try and get me a Zanzibar International Film Festival t-shirt.
Love Tess
P.S. To Zanzibar to see the Zanzibarbarians!
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