All Good Things Come To An End

I haven't really blogged a massive amount while I've been in Perth because most of the stuff I've got up to has been general day to day stuff. Working, drinking, playing, drinking, chilling out, drinking etc. I've been working eight shifts a week and spending my free time with mates so while I've been having a massive amount of fun it hasn't really been blog worthy.

But anyway.

If Perth was any more laid back it'd fall into the ocean and drown. I don't give a fuck that the CBD doesn't open until midday on a Sunday, I don't care that I can't do my food shopping after 8pm, I can even forgive the ear maiming music they play at the train station and the small excuse for a gay scene, its a week until I leave and quite frankly I don't want to.

Ever.

I fucking love it here.

I love living at Rainbow Lodge. "Not So Much The Warm Heart Of Perth, More The Liver Spasm." Chilling on the roof or in the garden getting hammered on goon, chatting, laughing, wondering who I have to apologise to for the previous evening's behaviour. I love the people there, the games, the fucking about. The Lodge is how all hostels should be but don't expect to have clean feet for the entire time you live there.

I loved working for EPA doing the event personnel work although a small amount of emotional scarring may have occured when they put me on stage at the three Kylie gigs in front of thousands of people to set up a prop.

Graeme's Angels

At The Kylie Bump In

I love my job at Connections, getting paid to drink vodka, chat, meet new people and perve on hot girls. Its made me appreciate small gay scenes more than I did living in Oxford and I love being a part of it. I actually look forward to going to work and yes, I know this is inherantly wrong and I may be due for a slap.

I love the stunning beaches, the perfect sunsets, the amazing weather. I love throwing myself off cliffs into allegedly shark infested waters, I love pretending I can surf and catching fish I can't eat. I love Northbridge and all its bars, pubs, clubs and restaurants.

The people I've met, both locals and backpackers and the things I've done in this city, the most isolated city in the world that most backpackers ignore will never compare to any other city ever again, I feel like I'm home.

Scary shit!

I love backpacking, the temporary lifestyle suits me down to the ground. No responsibilities, no commitment, no worries, new people every day, new ideas and experiences, no chance to ever be bored. If you don't like somewhere, move. If you don't like a job, quit. But one thing that will never ever get easier is saying goodbye to the people that have become your family and to the places that have become your home.

Perth; The Best City In The World

Perth is another of those places and experiences that will forever be etched into my heart, I don't think I could have picked a better place to spend Far Too Long in but all good things must come to an end.

They have to for even better things to happen.

written by  Koala Bear on April 2, 2007 from Perth, Australia
from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz
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