The flight to Perth
was long. Even though I've flown a lot, and I'm from the United
States, it still amazes me how far away Australian cities are from
each other. Adelaide to Perth took 3.5 hours- I think that is about
the same amount of time it would take to fly from St. Louis or
Chicago to Los Angeles. But I've definitely been on worse flights.
Mass transit in Perth
is weird. (I think) there is only one bus that takes you from the
airport to the CBD. This bus takes the most convoluted route any bus
could take; the bus took a turn at least once every kilometer and
spent most of its time on really dark, sketchy back streets. The
roads didn't help, either. In typical Australian fashion, there were
those useless traffic circles everywhere. I felt so seasick just
getting to my hostel!
Once I got into the
city, though, it seemed really nice. Like Adelaide, Perth is pretty
clean and well-lit. And the weather was awesome- mid 70s with a nice
breeze :) And, as far as I know, the city is friendly too! On my way
to dinner, I met another guy from not just the United States, but
from the Metro Detroit area, small world! Even though he studied at
Ohio State (ssssssss...) we hung out for a while. It's always kind of
nice to meet other Americans since there really aren't many around
besides the few that have come to Adelaide together. Apparently, I
was the only American he had met since the Superbowl. Dang...
The hostel was really
cool on the outside: it was previously a military barrack (hence the
name Old Swan Barrack Hostel). But when I checked in at 10, everyone
in my room was already asleep! C'mon backpackers, what do you do if
you don't explore or go crazy? Plus, some guy stole my pillow, so I
had to sleep with my head on the kinda-gross duvet. What a weenie.
Over it.
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