Denpasar to Perth (Fremantle)

Last night we just packed and reconfigured our stuff. I was able to get the large green platter into my hand luggage by stripping back all the paper it had been wrapped in. I put bubble wrap round the edge, then a few sheets of paper, then a dress. Carrying the platter wont be a problem when we fly from Perth to Sydney with Qantas because we can take a bit of extra cabin baggage. Woe the problems of the home décor traveller.

We shared a small pizza for dinner then back up to the room for a blessed shower. We stank after our wet, rainy, humid day. Thank god for Novotel rain showers. But sleeping proved a bit difficult. We were so tired but all of a sudden there was this thumping and banging, seemingly above us. It was regularly intermittent if that made sense. I rang to complain and asked if there was a fourth floor (thinking it might be a construction or housekeeping thing). No, no fourth floor. So we tried to settle with the bumping an crashing but right!!!! I grabbed the key and went onto the corridor in my pyjamas, hair out, retainers in aaaaaand, the noise was coming from next door. Banged the crap on the door – twice - and I told the Japanese woman it was too noisy, to stop the banging, it was inappropriate, people had to sleep, we had an early flight. I didn’t yell but she could see I was not accepting of her two stupid kids doing that at 10.30 at night. It was nodding: hai; sorry. They shut up after that.

Shower, final packing, breakfast. A very, very good selection but I didn’t eat much. So cute – there was an Asian lady there breakfasting by herself who only visited the kids’ station. She had 2 doughnuts from the doughnut tree – and added sprinkles; then had a huge bowl of soft serve ice-cream, again with sprinkles and nuts. She was very slender so a nice treat I’d say. Mick had to leave his brolly here. Poor brolly that he bought at Cullodden Moor in Scotland all those years ago and that he named 'Braveheart' finally gave up the ghost (all that fucking Bali wind!). It's been on every holiday with us since then and has ended its days in Indonesia. Stoic but sad.

Checked, out, 1 minute walk to departures; screening #1, check in, screening #2, passport control, duty free browsing, morning alcoholic beverages, screening #3. Waiting…..

- Flight is going to be CHOKKERS
- Aaaaand we have the aircraft's token toddler in front of us 🤦‍♀️ Name's Cruz, says it all
- Aaaaaand passengers in wrong seats ffs. Can't they read?
- Fucking everyone coughing
- But flight went quickly, I had a red wine and had to get a snack which I wouldn’t do on principle.
- Cowboy landing and hot hot hot in Perth!!!! No humidity
- Got through arrivals very very quickly
- Grabbed and uber to the apartment
- Everything is BIG – roads, trees, parks and houses
- Big swathes of beautiful gums from the airport to Fremantle
- Patches of scrubby stuff
- All the grass was dead – hot summer
- Lovely family homes all complementing each other. 1960s, 70s 80s and modern all somehow looking as if they were all meant to be there – not like the dog’s breakfast that’s Sydney suburban comstruction now
- Apartment Ok – a bit dated but very clean and OK
- Bloody no oven though. But of the joy of a washing machine!

We were desperate for a home cooked dinner so went to the IGA. Oh it’s disgraceful how expensive things were. Fruit and veg ridiculous. Bananas $8 kg, red capsicum $20 kg, broccoli $8 kg, plain tomatoes $10 kg, 500 gms chicken breast $17!!!!. I’m pretty sure most of the young people in the store were holiday makers and they weren’t looking very happy about the cost, they looked quite bewildered actually, picking things up and putting them down. Absolutely disgraceful we fucking grow all this stuff. Give fucking Gina Reinhart a budget to cook dinner and see how she goes. Anyway we got a BBQ chicken instead – cheaper. Too tired to even look around Fremantle this afternoon and my foot’s sore again ☹.Baca selengkapnya