I think I'd read before about the unusual isolation of the city of Perth, but I couldn't really appreciate it until we drove there from the Adelaide area, several days away through nothing but bush and some very hardy folks who survive on it.
But once in Perth, which is surprisingly sprawling and very urban, it was hard to believe that all that open space is even out there. We joined the city dwellers for dinner in Mt. Lawley one evening...
...found a great beach in Joondalup that had a lot where we could park the campervan overnight...
...checked out ultra-alternative Fremantle (including grabbing a fabulous yoga class--not pictured!)...
...absorbed views of the big city behind the state parliament building...
...appreciated the avenue of eucalypts planted 85 years ago in celebration of Western Australia's centennial...
...and joined the Perthians (?) enjoying their city from Kings Park on the federal holiday on the Monday after Easter.
I really doubt we would have spent so much time Perth if we hadn't needed to hang around to get all our Antarctica medical stuff done, but I'm kind of glad for the serendipitous opportunity to get to know a place a little better, random as it may be. I'll remember this place for its seemingly perpetual clear, blue sky and its lonely--but somehow proud rather than lonely--perch on the edge of the continent, miles and miles of bushland on one side, the Indian Ocean stretching out into the distance on the other.
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