The songs of distant Perth
January 24th 2008 The plane touched down at four am. I hate when we arrive somewhere at a stupid time as it usually means that we're homeless for a while and so I found myself almost begging the customs officer to go through my bag, but of course he smiled and said, 'welcome to Australia.' Damn friendly Aussies.
After five coffees, an unsuccessful slumber in arrivals, a more successful and slightly freaked out
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