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So that Thursday is how the Perth weekend began.

Friday
The entire time I was in Perth I never went to The Rise on account of the fact my Friday and Saturday nights were spent running around Connections stealing peoples ice cubes (you have no idea how possessive people get over their ice cubes) and shouting at folks for attempting to pole dance off the outdoor heaters. Gutted. The Rise is awesome, pure duff duff music til the wee hours, glow sticks and all kinds of shiny things to keep you entertained, I could easily have spent far too much time and money here.

P-A-R-T-Y

Becky, Ashley (My Barman) And Loody

Apart from a quick excursion to Connies to say hi to a few people this is where we stayed for the night and danced until my glow stick arm ached.

Saturday
The worst people to ask for things to do in a city are the locals because they never do the tourist stuff. Seriously, ask me what there is to do in Manchester and I'll stare at you blankly and wave vaguely in the direction of the nearest pub. Ask me what there is to do in Oxford and I'll probably laugh at you and give you directions to the train station with instructions to get the next express to London.

So this is how me and Loody ended up at Perth Zoo with Emily (a mate of mine from Connies) because according to Emily there's nothing else to do in Perth.

Rhino Arse

Lanky Yellow Things

Meercats. Everyone Loves Meercats

Cute In A Big N Ugly Type Way

Ah well, its a none stressful way to spend a couple of hours wandering round like a slack jawed imbecile because you still haven't slept yet, it gives you an excuse to buy souvenirs and its pretty big an all, you get yer $17 worth.

Night time and it was down to Connections where I completely over did it and had to get Swoop to remove me from the club. I'm sure I had a good night, I just can't remember right now.

Yeah yeah, I know this is a brief account considering I didn't sleep for over 50 hours but hey, details currently evade me.

Letting Go
It was good to be back in Perth, I love this city so much, its the only place I've been where I could call home and could see myself spending a good few years. Damn these foolish immigrations laws. I'm never going to be able to live here, I have nothing Australia wants and no way of getting it. I miss Perth so much it hurts but I don't think going back again will be a good idea as much as I'd love to, I need to let go now and just keep the memories I have. Always forwards, never backwards. It was so hard to leave last time I was reluctant to spend another weekend here but it was good to see everyone again, everyone from the club, Mark who I worked with at Dexion, whoever was left at Rainbow and Swoop.

I Love This City

Saying goodbye is hard enough, its even harder trying to explain to people who don't travel why you have to say goodbye when you blatantly want to stay.

Just because it hurts it doesn't mean it's not for the best.

written by  Koala Bear on May 1, 2007 from Perth, Australia
from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz
tagged LovinIt and SouthWestLoop
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