Before leaving Perth had a quick look around the bell tower they have. St. Martins church

Lend me a farthing say the bells of St. Martins

were going to melt their bells down and remake them, as they were too heavy for their bell tower and it was all going to fall down (eventually). Perth city council said “hold on a minute” (or something like that) and offered to take the bells, and give them the metal they needed.

End result was that St. Martins got what they wanted, and Perth got a nice set of tubular bells.

Ringing the bells is quite an art, takes about 3 months training to do it properly.

So just a few pics from the whitsundays which were only developed the other day… as it was an underwater camera. They came out kinda blue! but the lady in the shop told Mhairi that they were some of the best she’d seen off a cheapy disposable camera.. who knows – Anyway here they are..

Yesterday had a proper wander around Freemantle, really is a nice place. Mostly eating ice-creams and lazing on the grass reading books.. then back via Kings Park – where I had a wander through the botanical gardens and a short walk.. and Mhairi went off on a run. She managed to find ‘Jacobs ladder’ a staircase (100 odd steps or something). So she did it 12 times or something.. apparently there were other nutters doing it too ;) hehehe… No it’s all good, but I’ve been enjoying (Quite a lot) being lazy the last few days, I think Asia will be hectic enough.

I (stupidly) forgot to sort out my jabs before leaving NZ.. I think I’m pretty up to date on them all though typhoid is coming to the end of its life (I got jabs for vietnam 3 years ago – or 4 perhaps.. still, hopefully twill all be ok.

So one day left before flying to Hong Kong. I was going to try to have a couple of days there but it didn’t quite work out that way. Now I get in at 8pm and leave at 2pm the following day, so will try to check bags through and go for a wander around town. Then meet Mhairi again in Bangkok on Wednesday. Somewhere on the Khao San road most likely!

So thanks (big thanks) to Domhnall for having us to stay – it was magic getting to climb, and just being able to have the run of his place.. wonder where (and when) the next time I’ll see him!

Next day it was off touring the wine, cheese and chocolate tasting places all around the area. And a very pleasant day it was too. My favourite was a lone brewery. Which had the slogan

An oasis of beer in a desert of wine

Through connivance or not who knows ;) but I was the de facto designated driver as I was the only one insured on the car. Good day though, Domhnall left that evening for a party in Perth and drove up with Leask, Mhairi and I opting to stay down an extra day and go on a Bush Tucker tour.

Which started at 10am the following day.. our guide (Clinton) was excellent. We all canoed up the river, stopping off and looking at interesting points along the way.

like the paperbark trees. The aborigine believe that if you take your sorrows here, and leave them with the tree, that it will take them away, and slowly release them (peacefully). There were many other sights – the foods (like bush celery, various herbs, other leaves, berries (to ferment as often as not)), also plants with medicinal properties (including the buttercup?!? apparently like dettol), and flowers with hallucinogenic side effects (to smoke – eating them kills you).

Great tour though, and the food was delicious.

Anyone know what the difference (excuse my ignorance) is between a relish and a chutney?

There was a race at the end, to win a bottle of wine. Seeing as it was winner takes all, we crashed (and pushed) another boat out of the way just as we got to the beach taking the inside line and the path to glory and riches (and one bottle of white).

The girl – Celine was from Portmarnock – and used to go out with the drummer from a band called Kidicarus that my friend Morgan was the singer for. Tiny world.

Drove back up to Perth that evening, 4 days or something before flying out.. lots left to do!

The next morning we hired a car and headed south towards Margaret River. Mhairi’s brother Gavin lived (and surfed) here for 4 months ish. He’d hooked us up with the lovely lady he used to stay with (Barb). She was unbelievably hospitable, welcoming us into the house and really making us feel comfortable.

It was great to see Leask (friend of Gav’s and Mhairis that I’d met in ChCh) again. Dangerous though as a long nights drinking often ensues.. as it did.

At one point (I forget the name of the proceeding) Leask bought a shot of sambuca for each of us. What you had to do was

1: Pour the shot into a glass
2: Light the sambuca.
3: Expose some bare flesh (bum, nipple, chest etc..) and stick the glass to yourself (the alcohol burning creates a tight vacuum)

4: Once you’ve burned yourself enough, unstick the glass and quickly cap your hand over the top (don’t let any of those fumes escape)
5: Inhale the fumes through a straw (powerful enough)
6: Tip out any remaining fluid and inhale through a straw.

Fun.

Following morning up at 8am and off to go to the crag climbing.

Domhnall took us to a place called Willarbrup or something like that. The routes were excellent quality, brilliant friction and set against the Indian Ocean. Perfect.

Perth is a lovely city – at least those are my impressions so far. Domhnall lives close to the city centre (10 min walk) in an incredible flat. I so should have done medicine! Even has a whirlpool spa in his bathroom.

So our tour started with a quick look around the CBD before heading out to a place called Freemantle which was an old prison colony (I think). Full of cafe’s and eateries set against the ocean.

We went to a microbrewery for lunch (after what must be my 154th ice-cream of the holiday to date). After that it was of to the excellent free shipwreck museum there. Most of the exhibits centre around the wreck of the batavia (which then turned into mutiny, torture and murder). Interestingly, the ship was carrying what was going to become the Gateway to Jakarta.

Which they managed to reassemble when the wreck was eventually discovered. Short story – Pelseart the captain wrecked the ship on a reef and took off with the officers to try to bring help. They got everyone to an island only to discover there was no fresh water. Bloke wot was called Cornelisz convinced the soldiers to head off to a nearby island to look for water, and left them stranded there.

Cornelisz then started his reign of terror – killing the women, children and the sick. Nice guy.

The captain Pelseart came back a month later with a rescue, and the stranded officers and the mutineers were in a race to tell their side of the story. The officers got there first…

And, as you can see from this pic, the mutineers (who were all – except for 4 hanged) had their hands cut off.

After the museum we browsed some of the shops. I thought this was a truly excellent sign. One wonders what happens when someone with a bikini goes in?

A walk along the beach – which Mad Domhnall went for a swim in

took us to an eaterie. The interesting thing was that it is run by the chef of Jacques Cousteau. We got spaghetti bologneise. And it was utterly delicious.

Drinks with friends of Domhnalls and Mhairis brought an end to a really fun day.