I have nothing ready to post today and when skimming through drafts, I found this unedited and unfinished post which obviously should have published before the holiday posts.
$1000 each for an eight night holiday to Perth with decent accommodation was irresistible. Of course you only get such bargains if you book early and we did. We have done every which way of getting to Melbourne Airport, but with parking at half price for booking early, we chose that option. We took the old Hyundai in case the newer car was attractive to thiefs. Besides, it will do the old beast good to travel at 100 km/h on the freeway to the airport instead of its usual 40 km/h. Roadworks, 100 km/h, in your dreams.
The free bus from the long term carpark picked us up quickly, but oh, the engine noise of the el cheapo bus and the crass commercial radio station noise blasting into our ears was awful.
We had web checked in at home and printed our boarding passes, but they would not work at the self scanning check in facility. Then I remembered, we paid extra to have emergency row seats where we had to assist if there was a disaster. We had to be manually checked in so that staff could see that we were hale and hearty and able to help in the case of an emergency. R is tall and needs the extra leg room that the exit row offers.
I, having the appearance of a Moslem terrorist, was scanned for explosive residue as we passed through security. I learnt the hard way back in 1983 that when travelling by plane to keep your gob shut and not be lippy when dealing with airlines and airport security.
The flight passed quickly enough, with me listening to a few podcasts, finishing a Kindle book. The wine was nice, as was the cheese and biscuits, the dried fruit and the banana bread I ordered.
I had checked options to get to our hotel from the airport and a taxi was our preferred option and it cost exactly what was suggested by the internet taxi app, $24.
R became very cross at our hotel desk check in because we could not have separate beds. We had emailed in advance. Apparently only the cheap seats have separate beds. For the first night I slept on the couch but eventually at about 5 am I moved to the bed. I was surprised. The bed was spacious and firm and I could sleep there. Earplugs stopped me hearing R snore and disturbing my sleep. Of course I don't snore/move/fart/roll around in bed. We quickly adjusted to the norm of me waking at about 6:30 and R at 8:00 or later and once awake, I would take my sheet, pillow and tablet to the couch.
With little knowledge of Perth city, we set off upon arrival to the Coles Express supermarket. It was a long walk and a long walk back, but we returned with cereal, crumpets, bread, jam, nibbles, Vegemite and milk. Well in advance I had googled Vintage Cellars to ensure a supply of wine and whiskey.
While me imagined a nice meal at a fine restaurant for our first night in Perth, we were whacked and when when R said sorry sweetie, do you mind if our dinner is crumpets at home, I readily agreed.
In spite of lack of a twin beds, we had two views from our studio of Perth's Swan River. The studio was scrupulously clean