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But our trip all the way to Margaret River was kickass fun. Due to flights being booked on points, we had to transit in Singapore and then hop onto a plane to Perth.

Just an aside: Getting to Narita Airport from central Tokyo is a longwinded affair. We got onto a 340pm train to the airport, but first you must get yourself to Shibuya, Shinjuku or Tokyo station to get onto the airport express. That’s two and a half hours? Then it’s a seven-and-a-half hour flight to Singapore. We slept for five hours and then it was a five-hour flight to Down Under. Rough eh?

I discovered one thing on this long ride – I miss English language TV and movies more than I thought. When Mr. D is in town, we’ll watch The Shield, an LA cops and robbers show about corrupt policemen, but if he’s not, I tune into Japanese TV, which I hardly understand except for the weather report. Oh and when Janet Jackson came to visit a talk show – I could understand what she said. So I loaded up chick flicks, comedies and Discovery Travel & Living. I should’ve slept more but I was greedy.

Back to my original post: Perth is a slow city. It reminded me of Adelaide. The car we rented was on its way but Mr. D had a conference call to make so the wait was inevitable. Then there wasn’t a detailed road map in book form, like what all rented cars normally have, but we were given a “Sorry about that!” We got a tiny paper map of Perth city instead. After a few wrong turns and three hours later, we found our way to Joondalup, which is in North Perth.

Nothing much was open and nobody was about except for cars on the road. Even Mr. D’s friends, Ken and Andrea, said: “It’s fucking horrible here.” Just a bit of history: Ken and Andrea moved to Perth to try their hand at running a pool business. They are not going to stay here forever. Apparently, Perth has the highest rate of teenage suicides and the suburbs are so quiet you can’t even park on the road.

Despite these comments, I still had a great time. We had Thai for dinner and drank copious amounts of booze. Mr. D reached his ‘invincible’ stage where he started dancing with their Rottweiler, Sascha, and asked for numerous vodka and baileys top ups.

This is a picture of us before we zoomed off to Margaret River for Josh’s wedding.

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