Day 66, 5 September 2009, Cervantes to Perth

Another short drive from Cervantes to Perth itself. We dropped car at a caravan park in Forrestfield, on the north end of Perth, then drove on the Mecure Hotel just off Hay street in the city. We had decided to have a couple of nights in a hotel just as a short break from the van.
Normally Pam does the navigation, but as we were driving through a city of one million plus, we used our GPS. The GPS has a female voice and Pam calls it "Little Bitchy", "LB" or "Bitchy" for short.
When we first got the thing we were going somewhere and I was trying it out. I asked "Do you want the heater on?" Pam said "No, thanks." I told her "I was talking to the GPS."
"Bitchy" found both the caravan and the hotel without drama and we checked in and had a lazy afternoon.
Around 5:00 we started to think about our evening meal and as Pam planned a long hot bath, I volunteered to find us somewhere to eat.
Our hotel provided guidebook was full of suggestions and I headed off to a wharf area on the Swan river.
By chance, there was a large pub there. I went in for a look and a cold one (to be the first for the day, I'll add) and had just headed for the bar when a hand clamped on my arm. I turned around to find a swarthy security guard attached to me. He said "Sir, I believe you are wearing work boots. Work boots are not approved attire on these premises. You will need to leave the premises immediately."
"You can get your hands off me for a start." were the words that came out of my startled mouth.
"Sir, I believe you are now acting in an argumentative and aggressive manner. I am now going to escort you from the premises." And he did.
While he was turfing me (and my offending footware) out, his partner stood at the door flexing his fingers into fists. Both steroid addled idiots were spoiling for a fight.
I asked the one still clamped to my arm if he got extra points for throwing out over-sixties. If so, I could show him my Seniors Card. Give him something to brag about later.
His previous pronouncements had exhausted his ability to communicate so he remained silent.I returned to the hotel with nothing bruised except my ego.
Pam was ready to eat so we decided to use the hotel dining room.When I enquired whether there was a table for two available, the waitress replied "There's a tour bus full of people ahead of you. The cook's (sorry, I mean chef) got thirty-five meals to cook. He wouldn't get to yours until tomorrow." (I checked to see if she was looking at my boots, but we decided to look elsewhere.)
"We've been in Perth for about four hours and I've been refused service in both places I've tried. Maybe we should move on," I suggested to Pam.
"It'll be fine, dear," she comforted. We finally found a nice restaurant in King street and returned to the hotel to watch "Monster and Aliens" on the in-room.video.
We know how to have fun.