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Published: March 17th 2007
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Me and Richie
Richie first day in Oz So after lugging all my stuff on foot from east Perth to Northbridge I’m feeling pretty knackered. I should have maybe caught the bus. But it’s nice to have a room to myself again, so I enjoy the privacy. That evening I received a text from Damo (a friend of Richie) who had immigrated to Perth six months ago. Turned out Richie had given Damo my number. After discovering that Richie was flying in the next day he invited me out with him and his mates (Krista and Ashley) that evening, to celebrate st Patrick’s Day.
Just as I’m about to head out that evening. I received a quick phone call from a very worried Richie in Hong Kong. He had left all his cash cards at home, opps. After I have spoken to his Mum and Dad. I find out that he had photocopied his cards at the last minute and then left them in the scanner at their house. Good job I had been working hard. So not too much of a worry. It would only take a week for his cards to arrive in the post.
After a great night out, the next morning I’m off
Richie
At the whisper wall to the airport. It’s wonderful to Richie again. It’s like we had never been apart. After dropping his bags off at the hostel. Richie is raring to go and explore. SO we met up with Damo and Krista who took us down to Cottesloe beach to soak up the sun as we walked along the shore before stopping for a drink and then heading on to Kings Park. Where Richie had been told by his brother there was a whisper wall, (whatever that is). It turned out to be two curved walls, if you whisper at one end , the person at the other end can hear the whisper clearly as if they were sat next to you, cool ha. After a bit of bird spotting we headed back to the hostel for an early night.
The next morning it time to sort out the boring things for Richie and for me to have an ultrasound for my stomach problem. But great fun being with Richie again.
Tuesday and it’s time to move and head down market, back into dorms, boo. In the afternoon we headed across the swan river to South Perth. For an appointment to see
Perth
The city by night a gastroenterologist. Great he doesn’t know what’s wrong either so I have to have loads of tests, including an endoscopy. We’ll see. Best have a chat with my travel insurance.
The next day after a few blood tests we meet up with aunty Barbra and Steve. They are taking us to Mandurah for the day. After a lovely meal of fish and chips, we then boarded a boat to cruise around the harbour, looking at the sights and also looking for dolphins. Really cool. Saw three or four swimming and playing. On the way back to Perth we drove along the coast which was lovely.
On Thursday we started the hunt for a car. We realise a need for our own space. Hostels are ok for one but when you’re a couple and have to sleep in bunks, it’s not particularly comfortable. So we spent to day looking at cars deciding that land cruiser troopie was looking like the car we needed. All we had to do was find a good one for the right price. This was proving a bit more difficult.
After having no luck the day before, On Friday we head into Fremantle
Dolp;hins
Swimming in the habour at Mandurah with the plan of staying there over night and then catching the ferry to rottenest island for a few days. But after phoning all the hostels in Fremantle, we discover that there are no beds. SO with that we decide to go to rottenest that day instead only there no accommodation there either. There seems to be no accommodation in Perth at all due to the lifesaving competition at and Scarborough and the V8 race. So we were a bit stuck. Luckily Damo came to our rescue and offered us a bed at his place. So we dumped our bags at the tourist information and set out to explore Fremantle. We went to the famous Fremantle markets and then on to the Fremantle prison
Fremantle prison was really interesting; it had a really eerie feel. The tour guide (from Portchester of all places!!) had a real passion for the place telling the horror stories and explaining the way the prison was carved out of the hill using the convicts as a cheap labour force. Looking around the prison there was loads of art work on the walls of cells and the exercise yard, gives you a
Richie again
Eating Sushi depressing feel and makes you appreciate your own freedom. I think the worst part was the solitary confinement where the cells were only 8ft by 4ft with only one little window for daylight, and apparently one inmate spent 2 years in solitary. I think I would go mad.
At the end of the day we headed back to Perth and then on to midland where Damo picked us up and took a back to his place. Where we would be staying for a few days.
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