A Perth-fect Escape
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I landed in Perth. I had had a lousy day, and needed a break badly. Perth was serving a dual purpose in that regard; both a holiday and an escape.
My entrance to the hostel on the Sunday night was as subpar as my flight; there was no welcome from the two boys already in the six bed room. As I had come to Perth alone, I was hoping to meet some strangers and become fast friends, and was disappointed by the lack of enthusiasm by my roommates to follow in this endeavour.
Therefore, I spent my first day in Perth alone. It was almost liberating, and gave me a lot of time to think. I started out by walking from my hostel in Northbridge (a perfect location due to the proximity of the local clubs and bars) to Elizabeth Quay, the perfect place to get an iconic shot of the Perth skyline, after meandering through London Court (a little bit of old English architecture), passing the state buildings and admiring the quirky Bell Tower.
Another long walk in the changeable weather took me to the Kings Park and Botanic Gardens. I enjoyed walking through the botanic gardens and the inner calm it brought me to be surrounded by that much nature. However, in typical me fashion, I found myself in an open space with no nearby pavilions for shelter when the rain began to pour torrentially.
The rest of the day was spent trudging around Perth, soaked and a little irritated that everyone describes Perth as a sunny place to be, when for me, it wasn’t. On the bright side, I managed to meet a couple of like-minded travellers, ones who were also looking for fleeting companionship. A bottle of cheap wine later and we were at Holey Moley taking advantage of the Monday specials and continuing to get brilliantly smashed, while enjoying a pleasant and very quirky mini golf game.
The next morning, with my new companions, I went back to Kings Park, the main attraction of Perth in my opinion, and walked the lovely Law walk (unfortunately we couldn’t do the Lotterywest Federation Walkway due to the weather) in order to arrive at the Blue Boatshed, a favourite photography spot among tourists.
A brief bus journey got us back into town in time for a late lunch and a nap (the terrible weather and incessant walking takes it out of you). Later we found ourselves at the Northbridge Brewery, enjoying their large plate of chips and large selection of drinks, before ending up back at Holey Moley once more. When they closed, we headed to embarrass ourselves at Ferrara Karaoke Bar. With drink specials until 12 and a large open space to sing in front of friends and strangers, it’s the perfect place to get your inner Beyoncé out.
Wednesday called for an early wake up and an early train ride to Fremantle. Despite our earliness, we still managed to miss the ferry we were aiming for and settled for the 11.30 departure to Rottnest Island. We arrived on the island at 12, after spending some time in the lovely town of Fremantle, exploring the beaches, marine museum, and finding the rainbow containers.
When we arrived, we promptly consumed our store-bought lunches (an essential when travelling on a budget), and began to wander around and explore the island paradise. I do not recommend walking in the opposite direction to the hop-on hop-off bus service, as this meant for us that we missed a lot of the island, which was gutting as it is so beautiful. We did manage to snap some quokka selfies, along with some seriously Instagrammable pictures on the beach, taking advantage of the amazing weather which luckily stayed sunny all day.
No travel story of mine is ever complete without some tragedy, this time it was us missing the last ferry back to Fremantle. I also do not recommend this. Surprisingly, the driver of a barge ferrying roadworks equipment became an unlikely saviour. Several hours later, we were back on the mainland, and one of the lovely lads on board the barge had offered us a lift to the train station, after offering us shrimp and fish, freshly caught by the men aboard the barge.
The next day was a lazy one with a mammoth lie in and a slow meander round the WA Art Gallery. With a collection from both local artists and British artists, it was an appealing collection and a very interesting visit, one that even left one of my friends with a new-found interest in art.
A short train ride to Swanbourne later, and we were walking up Melon Hill, with a pleasant view of both Perth and Cottesloe Beach. We wandered down to the beach itself to watch the sunset, a brilliant array of oranges and reds that reflected wonderfully on the perfect blue water.
Later, we were on the hunt for one of Perth’s elusive clubs. I say elusive, because they are never bloody open! We instead settled for the surprisingly busy Mustang Bar and enjoyed a slightly wild night.
The next morning, all I had time for before my flight was a quick nip into the Fremantle markets. This was certainly a highlight; the range of local and handmade goods was massive and interesting, and even better was the large selection of street food on offer, from almost every cuisine.While there might not seem to be much to do in Perth relative to its size, there is always something on – it just depends where you look and who you ask. Rottnest Island is not to be missed under any circumstances! Click To Tweet
All in all, it was a surprisingly fun trip, and while there might not seem to be much to do in Perth relative to its size, there is always something on- it just depends where you look and who you ask. Rottnest Island is not to be missed under any circumstances!