Wednesday, September 5, 2007

It wasn't any escape `

Jap dinner before we return. Pics are from the most recent (top) to (bottom) - First day onwards. Thats Perth from me to you guys.





































"Cats " Are free rides through the city of the town. Such generous transport.

















Train tickets. Sometimes our fares back here arent too expensive compared.










What's Aus without its Fish and Chips.


























































































Breakfast in the hotel, chicken wings! Man in the morning?But it was good in addition with the same rest of the mornings.































Caversham wildlife park in Whiteman's. Back in the city, a proud sign of a shopping centre, "David Jones" - Open till 7pm on Thursday. Goodness.


















































































It rain for a bit, a little heavy, nice and cold. Fun I suppose, right sis?


















































King's Park and the overlook from there to Perth City.







































































































"Egg nog - Quite a nice drink. Food and me. Loads of buys. More on my Nikes I got my hands on in my upcoming post. "
























































"Nights are at times dangerous. Already on my second night stay, police and drunks hit at it. Down my hotel view."































































































































We landed to Perth. Settled in the Cretiron Hotel. Cold air greets and tighen our muscles to resist the chilly weather.





















































































Perth, a trip well spent. Thanks to my Mum for the trip, fort the get away the family needed. Away from the little busy lives we lead and from noise of singish to some heavy Aussie accent instead, for awhile. The trip was fairly enjoyable, fun yet another venture and was an invaulable experience however on the line of a very normal trip and walk abouts as uaual.
Shopping was filled up with amazingly affordable prices and good buys by my family and I.
Shops closes about 5pm and thereabouts, it was something a fast paste life style like ours difficult to swallow. A really relaxed place with worries which seem so non existant. Moreover, the weather was great, I hardly remember breaking out in sweat even for long and fast walks. I will let most of the photos do the talking. In summary, it was pleasing to make was known to be a relatively boring state, Perth proved wrong. The rest are just kept in my memories. Now is back to reality, till then.

It wasnt's my escape.

4 comments:

The reason for things said...

Cool pics and all! see ya had fun... lets have some pickle juice with lotsa salt... the man himself mr jc aka the cool rapper/pro drummer!!! :) \m/ rock on

The reason for things said...

btw this is daryl yea... your good fren since God knows when yea

Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

Hey, to the real pro drummer and what not. Ha yeah, claps for the time dude. Havent beeb rapping for awhile man ha. Wells you keep cool man, through ya busy times we find more time then and yes pickel's post is up. Chills man.

Justin.

Anonymous said...

LOL. NOW I KNW WHERE ALL THOSE NIKE SHOES COME FROM!
PS: you really love NIKE that much eh? ELEPHANT! :D


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