Things To Do On A Saturday In Perth

Once the laundry is finished, hide in your room for a couple of hours and sulk.

Grab a couple of Irish blokes and drive down to Blackwall Reach in north Fremantle and spend the ensuing two and a half hours throwing yourself off the cliffs into the Swan River.

Eoin And Darragh

When we rocked up half the Billabong crew were there, I was chatting to a lass I knew from when I lived there and she told me it was a long way down. As in, you actually have time to think about stuff on the way.

Oh good, because I need more time to think. I'll work out what I'm having for my tea and make a shopping list then.

Its awesome though, such a buzz. If you ever go to Perth or Freo do not leave until you've hurled yourself the alleged 10 metres off these cliffs into the water.

Don't forget to grab a load of mussels off the rocks for your tea later on.

Taking The Plunge

Don't Jump Off Cliffs

Once back at the hostel, put the mussels in a bowl, stare at them blankly and discuss exactly how you're meant to cook them until one of the Italians wanders off with them and returns with fantastic meal of pasta, sauce (containg goon, she might be Italian but she's still a backpacker) and of course the mussels you risked life and limb to collect earlier that day.
It was bloody lovely but she wasn't happy, claiming that as an Italian it put her to shame because some of the sauce came out of a jar. I also learnt that Italians never cook with water because in Italy, water is only for washing in. You cook with and drink wine.

I'm so fucking moving to Italy.

Munch on that while watching the comet over the Perth skyline from a balcony.

Comet McNaught; Pic Shamelessly Stolen Off Wikipedia

I fucking love my life.

written by  Koala Bear on January 21, 2007 from Perth, Australia
from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz
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