Sydney calling. But first, what's been happening since the last entries from Perth? Well, I'll let you know.
Tuesday evening: Brett came back from work and we decided to go for a bit of a drive to the beach. Did that, walked and talked, went up to Kings Park (fantastic view of the city) and eventually came dome and Brett made a curry. We drank champagne and got a bit tiddly. Fell into a coma around midnight.
Wednesday: Up at just after 6am, as Brett had got the day off and we were going to take a long drive down south. Left the house at 7am and managed to drive for an hour and a half until we had brekky in Mandurah. Carried on, and visited many different places heading further and further down. Drove through Bunbury and Bussleton and finally hit the most south-westerly point of Australia at Leeuwin, where there is a lighthouse to make the point. We carried on as far as Pemberton before coming back home inland. The whole things was some 880 kilometres and we got home at 8.30pm! What a day! We were knackered, so had some food and wine and fell into bed.
Thursday: Had spoken to the boys, but not actually seen them since we arrived, so we arranged to go to Rottnest Island for the day and see if we couldn't see some quokkas. If you follow that previous link you can take a virtual bike ride round the island - we did it for real!! First time I've been on a pushbike for years. Great fun, and the sun came out too so we sunbathed and had a most enjoyable day. Our favourite places on the island had, of course, to be Nancy Cove and Mary Cove... Home and showered and Brett was home from work. We'd arranged to meet up for dinner with the boys, Brenda and Alan (Chris's sister and hubby) and Frank and Jam (friends of Chris). This was in Joondalup, and so off we toddled. However, on Tuesday evening Brett and I had been talking about piercings - and he was toying with the idea of having something pierced 'down under'. So, we swung into a piercing joint on the way to the meal, and made an appointment. So, between main course and dessert, he and I nipped out and went back to the place. Some half an hour later, Brett was the proud owner of a gold bar through his dick - a little way down from the head on the underside. No pain, no blood, no nothing. I almost had a tattoo done, but will save that for sometime soon. I really hadn't expected to be party to any genital piercing whilst on holiday! Oh, and I thought better of putting a link from genital piercings, you bunch of pervs you! We went back and had a couple more drinks and then home.
Friday: Up at 8am and did some pre-BBQ preparations, as Brett had very kindly organised a party for us Brits. Then went off to the beach to meet David, Chris and Nigel again - though I went to the wrong one! Finally met on the right one and got a bit more sun. Back to the house and got everything ready, and people started arriving from about 6pm. It was great to catch up with so many familiar faces, and it was a great party. Think the last people went around 1.30am, and everyone had a good time. Thanks again to Brett for all his generosity and hospitality during my week there.
Saturday: Up and packed. Went to see Geoff (Brett's ex) on the way to the airport, then off to Sydney! Chris and Nigel were waitlisted on the same flight as David and I, and managed to get the last two seats. Bruno and Chris kindly gave me a lift to my apartment here and then we all had a bit of time to ourselves, before meeting in the Oxford for beers. Great feeling to be back in Sydney - still feel like a local after the 18 months or so of being away. Hit the Barracks for more beers and finally fell into a coma at 2.45am.