There’s No Place Like Home
Trip Start May 04, 2011
110Trip End Feb 20, 2014
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So, enough of the philosophical reflective crap. Here’s the Perth summary.
My flight was slightly delayed leaving Dubai and I arrived back to the most isolated capital city in the world (Perth!) close to 2am. I stocked up on some duty free booze and then picked up my blue Holden Cruze hire car with sun-roof (the only cool thing about the car) and then proceeded to drive on the wrong side of the road leaving the airport car park (they drive on the right in Ghana) but quickly realised when there was a taxi heading towards me. Oops. Day 1 was definitely hitting the ground running with my sisters’ birthday at the Windsor in South Perth and a bit of spontaneous shopping. I felt surprisingly good – I think that jet-lag is all a state of mind anyway. I unwrapped several souvenirs for the first time since I bought them and best of all was that nothing was broken or damaged!
The initial days flew by with family/friend catch-ups, a barrage of medical/dental appointments, shopping, watching Danny Green lose his boxing match, and sleeping
I managed to squeeze in an inspection of my investment property townhouse, more friend catch ups, and then the 3rd and final weekend arrived which equated to possibly the busiest 5 days in my freaking life. But well worth it! I cruised back into Boddington for the first time since I moved out on 16th February. I had thought about this moment for a fair bit. I spent 5 yrs of my life living here and it means a lot to me in many ways. First thing I did was turn that first right into town and checked out my former home to see what the new occupiers have done…not much it seems. The town hasn’t changed much either…it’s not like it has been 2 years, so I don’t know what I was expecting. The only weird feeling I had was driving down that road off Albany Hwy towards Bodd - the first time that I was driving it and not coming home. It felt a little odd. I joke in Ghana when people ask me where is my house and I say that I am homeless – a global citizen
Anyways, within 10 mins of arriving in Bodd I had my first visitor – the Steele Man. Within an hour, I had a little 'party’ underway and all while Stacey was not yet home! Moving onto the pub was a very quiet Thursday night. It started with just me and Nort having our favourite bacon & egg burger. Yumo. Actually was great for the 2 of us to have some solo time. And then the people dribbled in and it quickly turned messy messy messy. Waking up Friday morning was a cruel reminder about how evil alcohol is. But, being the trooper that I am, I powered through with enough time for some more catch-ups and then the housewarming of the year was underway at Stacey’s. It was a great night that didn’t end until I peered out the curtain to see daylight and then ran off to bed like a vampire seeking shelter!
With barely 4 hrs sleep, I was back on the road to check out Mel’s new house under construction (beautiful views) and then meet my bestie Bri out at Quindanning for the best steaks ever. A lesson learned was not to keep a hungry pregnant woman waiting 45 mins, especially one that gets bored when left alone for not even 2 minutes. Sorry darl. See, I even wrote about it in my blog how sorry I am for my inability to obey time constraints and inconsideration of babysitting rules
From Quinny, it was off to my Mait’s house in Mandurah. Fun times as always even tho the both of us were a little under the weather from previous big nights. Good to catch up with all. They are also building a new house and I went out to inspect that one too. Massive house that I cannot wait to see fully constructed. I think Maitland is building my dream home…except for that fireplace, I’m still not convinced. From Mandurah, it was off to my cousin’s place for lunch (I gorged myself on 3 french fries after taking 45 mins to eat one ham+cheese croissant for breakfast – a cross between seedy and anxiety was occupying my stomach). I was anxious because I was planning to surprise my Mum Sunday night by taking her to the Elton John concert. I had bought gold class tickets on ebay a few weeks earlier and thought it would be awesome to see him live and then thought it would be a nice time for mum and I to have some solo time. But I hadn’t really put any logistical thought into how I would actually do the surprise part. In the end, it went amazingly perfect. Dinner at Coco’s in South Perth (ordered and ate in 45 mins, but didn’t feel like the awful rush I was dreading) and then a quick drive to Burswood where I managed to score the best parking spot available on one of the busiest nights at Burswood for the year (Christmas Carols)
That brings me to my 19th and final day in Perth. Lunch with my former Bodd boss, last minute shopping, and then packing. 30 odd kilo’s of stuff...crazy. But it was all the stuff I had longed for when stuck in Ghana. All the stuff that was listed in my phone that I nearly deleted. A final dinner with the family at the new High Wycombe pub called Boab (really nice food, and they mistakenly didn’t charge us for our first round of drinks – bonza!) and then returning my hire car after having done 1200 km (about $1/km as it turns out). With the final goodbyes all said and done, I sat on the plane for 45 mins waiting for take-off as a lightning storm electrified the sky and prevented push-back. I was surprisingly calm. I hate take-offs, but seriously this was the first time in days that I had time to just sit still and relax, so thunderstorm or not, I was calm...and exhausted. Very short stop-over in Dubai due to the flight delay (but still enough time to get some duty free scotch) and then back to Accra
PS – today is 12 months since the U2 concert at Subiaco. Best concert ever!!! Sorry Elton.
Interesting Perth Observations: they drive on the left hand side of the road; merging is still a foreign traffic concept; McDonalds in Mandurah will take a Ghanaian coin as a 10c piece; I suck at Playstation; radio stations do not censor the words shit or bitch; ordering diabetic meals on a plane is a way of getting your meal before everyone else...good to know; Cottesloe has the best beach sunsets ever; I am incredibly fortunate/blessed to have my friends and family (I have intentionally not uploaded photos of many of these important people because a) I protect privacy b) you all take such horrible photos).