Perth

Perth.

Perth, Perth, Perth.

I'm a bit confused by Perth I have to say. It seems it will be nice when it's finished, but in the meantime it's a bit, well, crap. It all looks to be run down and badly in need of a facelift and lessons in style. And Fremantle. Don't even get me started on Fremantle!

When we arrived in Perth it was 39C and we were all melting. Still, we only had so much time so we wanted to see what Perth had to offer the discerning traveller. Not much is the answer. After walking down to the Swan River and dying of dehydration this area that the guide book describes as 'bustling outdoor cafes with water front views' was nothing more than an odd glass tower thingy, a dodgy chinese and a pub called 'The Lucky Shag'. I kid you not. There's photographic evidence below. Still, a pub's a pub right? Right?

The "Lucky Shag" pub. Yeah, right.

We were so strapped for ideas and evidence of anywhere nice to go that I had to call Nicci for advice on where to go for dinner! She came up trumps though and we went to JoJo's at Nedlands - right by the water and obviously somewhere that no tourist would ever find by themselves.

Mum and I have a laugh at Perth outside JoJo's

Things did get a little better though as we looked around Kings Park (absolutely huge and has great views over the city) and finally found a slice of civilisation in Subiaco. Can't say I'll be heading back to Perth in next 5 years or so, give then a chance to finish things off a bit.

The Grand Hotel. Perth-style.