Perth was next. Within the next two months upon returning from my quite an adventurous bone wracking joyous Cambodia and Vietnam holiday (Hanoi Vietnam My Tour Venture) Actually, Perth was akin dropped from the sky (Bangkok Thailand Through My Lens). I really didn't expect I will be the one selected for the one week knowledge thirsting training program. Took me by surprise (Malacca Malaysia Travel By Nava K). Wonder why actually? I myself on my own couldn't figure out. Then again, why should the hack I reject it when its gonna be improvement on my work performance, and lets see if I can throw in some sightseeing. But let me tell
you that since its gonna be my second in line travelling alone, solo jittery sincerely didn't let me go. Fear. What else except fear. Yes fear I admit. Fear which kept pounding my head upside down. Somehow I manage to sidetrack fear by putting my trust on my trustworthy positive
attitude. I packed and at the airport, I kissed and said bye-bye to my other
half who accompanied me till the last point before I continued with the
necessary requirements for taking off from Malaysia to Perth.
All seemingly turned out well. In fact, I made friend with this elderly Indian man who was seated beside while we were train heading to our respective terminals. He too is travelling alone, flying off to London for leisure sightseeing. We spoke and that’s when I found out that his wife is not a keen traveler. Probably the logical reason why he is doing it by himself. Why not? Isn’t it the practically instead of rocking our marriage by pestering our spouse to travel with us? Of course. I know so. Why do you think I have already started travelling on my own? Blessing of course without a doubt is showered by my other half-half. Otherwise, I don’t think a married woman like me will feel at peace venturing by myself.
All seemingly turned out well. In fact, I made friend with this elderly Indian man who was seated beside while we were train heading to our respective terminals. He too is travelling alone, flying off to London for leisure sightseeing. We spoke and that’s when I found out that his wife is not a keen traveler. Probably the logical reason why he is doing it by himself. Why not? Isn’t it the practically instead of rocking our marriage by pestering our spouse to travel with us? Of course. I know so. Why do you think I have already started travelling on my own? Blessing of course without a doubt is showered by my other half-half. Otherwise, I don’t think a married woman like me will feel at peace venturing by myself.
The awaited time arrived and I was lifted up in the air, prior to arriving in Perth
approximately within the next 4 hours. Hell started thereafter. Wonder what was with the whole spilling over list of questions? Do I look like someone
who desperately want to hide in Perth or force an Aussie man to marry me so that I can take up a space in Australia’s map of residence? Oh please. Come of
it. I love my Indian other half-half to death, white men by the way have never interested me. They can’t even be my glass of water when my dark skin love of my life sincerely fills
me in every which way. Potentially no one else can take his place. Anyway, at the airport, I was stopped by the officer who wanted to know what I will be doing in
Perth. I flashed all the necessary emails I made sure I carried with me,
smartest of travelling I guess had taught me on covering my ass should I be suspected by airport
authorities as a potential terrorist. Pass! Next round of interrogation came
from the bitchy female officer who literally shouted in my ears. Must be
because I had declared I am carrying some sweets in my bag. Honestly, she was
literally screaming until I couldn't get it why she was akin in trance. Thank god common sense quickly prevail. I showed her the sweets, she in return snubbed prior to leaving me
alone. Sickening. Treating foreigners as though we are dirt? And for people actually say Australia is the best place to live? Dang!
The other idiot I encountered later was the cab driver. Instead of dropping me in front
of Ms Maud Swedish Hotel, he stopped across the road. Silly Billy Huge Cow! Did I dare argue? Neh! I should have actually, but I didn’t want to rock the Australian boat. Dragging my luggage
and myself into the hotel and after the prerequisite checking in, I was helped to
my second floor room. Lovely. Rather a small room, but I sincerely loved it.
Window facing the roof top open garden, and everything else spic and span.
Nothing to complain. Honestly none.
For the next two hours, I walked aimlessly within
Murray Street. Not very far though. Basically, I walked, I paused and I
continued walking, by next hour, I got a wholesome picture of what it is like in
Perth. Akin I was back in Malaysia. You name it, you see multicolored people. Cosmopolitan population. Perth is basically another busy city like
the rest in other parts of the world. Nothing special neither great. It’s the usual traffic, eateries, watering holes, tall buildings and shopping.
Back to my room for refreshing up, thereafter I headed for buffet
dinner in Ms Maud Restaurant. Prior booking was already done the moment the fear instilled
by my Malaysian friends who kept telling me that Perth is dead by 5.00 kept repeatedly playing on my mind. They specifically told me that
I should pack food to be eaten in my room. How wrong these people are? Wonder
which part of Perth they were thrown in? Seemingly, that was not the case.
Murray Street by itself is happening and those eateries presumably are open
till at least 7.00pm. Wish I knew earlier. A bit too late to regret, by 7.30pm, I was already seated in Maud
Restaurant. Impressive. Pleasant manager, beautiful homey romantic ambiance
and I tucked into an appetizing appreciated meal. Not bad. Ms Maud Restaurant
must be recognized for its wholesome package.
oh you went to Australia! I have never been there before.
ReplyDeleteLove the garden...so pretty and homely!
ReplyDeleteLooks likes nice place to stay
ReplyDeleteThe the surrounding greenery is such a twist to a classy location :)
ReplyDeleteCheers
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I seee~ Lovely place that outside the restaurant, they do plant herbs. :) Smell good don't they?
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