We started Sunday with a big breakfast, then some shopping in Perth.
London Court's a famous flash shopping area and the Hay Street Mall was fully open for business. The Borders bookstore even had a good maths section and I found the next two Boston legal series on DVD.
In the afternoon Pam decided she needed to see a chick flick, the kind where she takes a box of tissues rather than a box of popcorn, and I declined to join her.
After a couple of hours with my new reading material I decided to further explore the city. After finding a couple of designer pubs, the kind with 12 kinds of imported beer and glass-topped tables, I was starting to despair of finding anything like the establishments I remembered from 35 years ago. Then I heard music and loud laughter coming from a laneway. The music came from a one-man band, miming his playing of an electric piano, but singing well. (Hint: if you're going to mime playing, it's a good idea to keep your hands going in time with the music.) The crowd didn't care a hoot, however, and joined in with the singing with inebriated enthusiasm.
The core of the crowd was a rugby league team (The Shamrocks) composed of young Irish blokes. They had just won the semi-final and were now to play in next week's grand final. They were letting their hair down before next week's training began. In fact a couple of the lads were letting more than their hair down, dropping their pants to water the palm trees in the pub's beer garden. It was a great time and I even joined in when the singer sang "American Pie" an odd choice at an Irish celebration in Australia, I thought, but what do I know?
I met up with Pam at the restaurant we had selected from the tour guide, but it turned out to be a steakhouse of the Wendy's variety. (I've since disregarded the guidebook.) We found another nice place to eat, however, and enjoyed our meal before returning to our last night in a Perth hotel.
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Those boots were made for walking and thats just what they did. ARTHUR
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ReplyDeleteI'm having such a great time on this trip! Thanks for asking us along.
About the only thing I remember about Perth is that the caravan park we stayed at was near an abattoir and we had to take the train into the city. I think we did manage to get to a pub or two.
ReplyDeleteSand Gropers are a funny bunch. I remember in 1952 one used to get across the river to South Perth on "Fairies". It was some time before I worked out that this was a mispronunciation of the English word "Ferry". Anyway, they solved the problem by building the Narrows bridge. The Fairies quit in disgust.
ReplyDeleteOver here (Maryland, USA), ferry and fairy sound the same er/air like your hair without an h. / Guess what, Oliver and Carolyn, today I figured out to put a map of Australia up beside the LaneBlog. Only took me 70+ days.
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