Sticky Train Seats, Exotic Parrots and ... Shopping Malls!

Pretty much sums up Perth. It's like they took a cookie cutter of central/coastal California and slapped it down here at the mouth of the Swan River. May as well be Sacramento and Helena Valley sure looks like Carmel/Monterey in February or March, especially today when it's cold and pissing down.


Drunken revelry on the train. We were drunk because the train nazis wouldn't let us sleep and the food was awful and expensive. Here's the likely suspect's names and nationalities from left to right: Angie/Oz, Rodney/Oz, Me/USA, Rob/UK, and Klaus/Germany a.k.a. The Daves!


This was last Tuesday when Angie, Nelly and I FINALLY got off that fucking train and went for a walk around Perth. They're sisters from Adelaide on holiday. Those are the Perth "bells" in the background. No one seems to know exactly why they have them. After this we got a drink.


Helena Valley/Midland This was a typical rainy day east of Perth. I took this on the walk back from our Wwoof host's warehouse. The two girls are Shiri and Karen. They're from Israel and have been traveling in Oz for 4 1/2 months. They're now in Adelaide living in a commune growing their own ... soya beans, I guess.


Parrots Mowing the Lawn They're ghalas (pronounced: gaul-ahhs) and they're considered stupid, which is strange because I had a bitch of a time photographing the little shits.

When you say animal's names, you have to use the WA Aussie twang. It's not W-A, it's double-yah-A. It's not cark park, it's caw-pak.

Off to the grocery and then the commuter train home thru the dodgy 'burb of Midland.

Cheers,

-- Mz M.