Perth is a really pretty city. It has the benefit of being on a river and on the ocean so there are waterfronts everywhere, beaches right next door, and a constant cool breeze. It has a very urban feel to it while still feeling like a small town to me. Probably because it is a small city as far as cities go. And that it’s the only city on the Western side of the country.
Perth is the most isolated city in the world. The nearest city, Adelaide, is 2000 and something kilometres to the East across a plain of nothing. Even the name of the plain tells you there’s nothing: Nullarbor. All those Latin speakers will know that that means “No Trees.” But more on the Nullarbor later. Right now we’re still in Perth.
We arrived in Perth just in time for a friend’s 18th Birthday. Kristen had been in Australia for a week or two but in a smaller town to the south. We had promised to arrive in time to party for her birthday and came prepared with alcohol from the duty free shop in the Dubai airport.
The thing about Kristen is that she seems to know, through a friend of a friend of a friend or some other weird connection, at least one person in every city and major town in Australia. So for her birthday she had a guy who had come to our home town in Jasper for a school exchange and his cousin to take us out. And take us out they did. I gave in at two or three in the morning and headed back to the hostel. Miranda and Kristen came stumbling in at around five or so. Perth nightlife definitely has a city feel to it, not small town. I’ll give it that.





































