Whatever the reasons, I’ve been here in a new-to-me city now for 5 days, and haven’t posted a damn thing. The weather is the coldest I’ve experienced since my last visit á Los Estados Unidos in March: highs only reaching the low 60s, cloudy, windy, and periods of rain here and there. Still in shorts, though. A couple of layers on top to keep my ugly-skinny torso warm and a raincoat, and I’m still wandering 12-15K each day.
A couple of things did cross my mind while I’ve been wandering (mostly aimlessly) here though. Here and now is a good enough time and place to document.
- Australia is expensive.
- By law, they can’t serve a drink neat. They have to put at least one ice cube in it. At least that was what I was told in the bar where I bought my “celebratory” birthday whiskey last night. And as I paid for it, I recalled the first point above: $21 AUD for one ounce. Second most expensive shot I’ve ever bought. The most was $30 USD in a bar in Sausalito twenty years ago with my bride. That was a good time, even though I don’t even remember what whiskey it was, other than a single malt.
- I don’t fit anywhere. Probably why I keep moving. Probably why I’ll fly solo from here on out, too.
- Body entropy is accelerating. This sucks.
- My kid rocked his first Half Ironman tri. He’s already a better athlete than I ever was. Smarter too.
- My other kid is killing it in school and life. She’s doing personal training, going to school, and heading overseas for pretty much free over winter break. Nice.
- Australian Rules Football is more fun to watch than the American derivative. Faster game.
- Often a restaurant that doesn't sell beer or liquor allows BYO without any added fees. Nice.
So here are some images from my walks around in Perth. I’m leaving in a few days for points north again. As Jimmy Buffett, that Shakespearean-level songwriter, penned: I gotta go where it’s warm.