After a stressful morning getting on the plane we were happy to leave the dreary weather behind and finally land on the west coast to enjoy some sunshine. We were greeted at the airport by a fellow Wake Hockey star, Jemima Cameron. She gave me a little taste of home as she was wearing Wake Hockey apparel, which she wore just in case I didn’t remember what she looked like. We stopped off to get a little breakfast before dropping our bags at her house so she could give her sister would have time to clean up. Luckily, she told her sister not to work too hard because she knew what kind of conditions I was living in when I lived in 1414. After breakfast we quickly dropped our bags off in the American Suite, which came fully equipped with an American flag duner (or, duvet, for those of you that don’t understand Australian) to make us feel right at home.
Jemima was a great tour guide and showed us all around the city of Perth. We rode the bus up to a Kings Cross, a botanical garden that overlooked the whole city. We toured around to see plant life from all over Australia and eventually found the tower so we could get an areal view of the city. After exhausting ourselves sightseeing and soaking up too much sun, we boarded a train to a little town called Fremantle. We nestled ourselves on the back porch of the Little Creatures Brewery to enjoyed the harbor view and cool ourselves down with an afternoon beer. Fremantle has been our favorite town thus far and home of my new favorite beer. (Their Bright Ale) We thought about taking the train back home, but decided it was worth calling in a favor to Jemima’s sister, Bara-nova, to pick us up. This was a wonderful surprise and very much appreciated. We spent the rest of the night catching up over a bottle of wine on their front porch.
|Little Creatures Brewery|
|Enjoying My New Favorite Beer|
|Baby Soft Sand At Cottesloe|
|Drive Thru Liquor Store|
|Vineyard In Western Australia|
|Hanging out with the Kangaroos|
The next morning we woke up and had breakfast and coffee with Jemima and her other sister, Evenya, who walked over with her adorable baby boy. After a bit we all went on our way, Eenya to finish her walk and the three of us to begin our tour of Western Australia’s finest wineries. We visited three different wineries, having four to five samples at each, so by the end Kerry and I were feeling pretty good. Unfortunately, Jemima was our “skipper”, which is the Australian lingo for DD, so she wasn’t able to have quite as much fun as the both of us. After that we headed to lunch, but after not really liking anything on the menu, we decided to all just split an appetizer and grab lunch later. Our next stop was to a chocolate factory, but trying to be “good” and not wanting to take advantage of the free sample system, just had a little bit. After having this false ideology that I would see kangaroo’s hopping around everywhere, Jemima decided to take us to the “kangaroo hotspot”. She wasn’t lying within the first two minutes we saw at least 20 kangaroos, all ranging from Kanga size to little Roo size (Winnie-the-Pooh reference). Wanting to see them actually hop, I decided to gradually creep closer and closer, which little did I know that it would take getting within five feet for them to even budge, and I’m pretty sure I was more spooked then they were. After our kangaroo adventure, Jemima took us to another little beach harbor, which was known as the “local spot”. Here we just walked around and sat down for another beer, because the winery just wasn’t quite enough. We finally headed back, where we were told that both Jemima and Barbara-Nova were going to treat us to a meal of lamb from their Dad’s farm. Can I just say that is was AMAZING! Yes Jemima, I am easy to please, but I swear some of the best lamb I have ever had. The rest of the evening was very enjoyable, just sitting on the front porch and packing up to leave for our red-eye flight to the Whitsundays, OR SO WE THOUGHT.
We get to the airport with relatively no complaints, until Kerry instructed that she run in real quick and I should wait with the luggage. Being the completely calm and easy-going person I am, I think nothing of it. Until she comes back and says “I have some bad news and some good news…We missed our flight.” Now to this day, I still am struggling to find the “silver-lining” on this situation. I am not going to put all the blame on Kerry, actually let’s be real, it was all her fault! After dealing with may be the dumbest girl I have ever met in my life, who insisted that no other flights were available until two days later, and still managing to make that seem harder than my Calculus class. Kerry took matters into her own hand and we ended up catching a flight with a different airline. Once things were finally starting to look up, I get randomly selected for an explosive test. It’s ok everything worked out, and maybe this is what I get for getting cocky about my “wooing” capabilities from our last flight. As we enjoyed the free coffee I got out of Kerry (her penance for my blood-pressure rising to an unhealthy level) she looked at our next boarding pass and realized our bags weren’t checked through. Airline people these days, idiots. I, Kerry, had to go out to collect our bags. We had waited so long that they were the only two bags left on the carousel. Good thing they are small and light so it was easy for me to drag them by myself (not). After looking like a weakling dragging the bags through the airport I finally managed to beat the system and check us both in. Before we knew it we were in the Whitsunday’s.
|Potential Terrorist Material Right Here|