It’s not bothered me since school, so I’m not really conscious that we belong to a minority group, but in the wee small hours it was a phirric blessing that a lady comes up to us at the carousel calling our names. Sadly the news is not good - our luggage didn’t make it, it should show up in 24 hours.
We take a taxi to our hotel and fall into bed, worrying about the missing bags and what happens next since we’re out of Perth early on Sunday morning. We’ll find out more later.
We sleep fitfully and are down for breakfast much earlier than usual, because we’re keen to go shopping! Yep you read that correctly, it is the only time you will read keen to go shopping written by me. Ironically, a similar thing happened when we last flew into Singapore in 2008 but on that occasion British Airways were the culprit and we didn’t get our bags until four or five days later on that occasion. Just like then, we need to buy tee-shirts, shorts and toiletries, and ever since we’ve cross-packed to lessen the impact of a delayed bag, in this case it’s irrelevant as all our bags are missing.
Heading into town, just a few blocks from the Pan Pacific, we quickly discover that on Saturdays the stores don’t open until 10:00 which is not acceptable but then we stumble on a Target which has already opened so we dive in and get some bargain shirts, shorts and a hat, then find an early opening chemist for sunscreen. We cobble a makeshift toiletry pack from the bits we got on the planes and the pack the lovely baggage lady gave us.
Now we’re ready to start our planned walking tour of Perth. Walking back towards town but this time at the edge of the river Swan we first hit Elizabeth Quay, where development surrounds the modern bell-tower, before walking back into town to follow our route around this lovely city. The feel is clean, sophisticated, possibly a little bohemian and we are liking it.
We pop into Woolworths to buy lunch, Cæsar for Hubby and Sushi for me (must remember that Woollies don’t pack chopsticks next time) and eat at the riverside before embarking on our afternoon walk north along the banks of the Swan, crossing a lovely footbridge that resembles the iconic ideas of what Nessie should look like.
Returning for a short while to chase Qantas, soon it’s time to dress for dinner - oops, can’t do that today, so Hubby irons our shirts (he’s already washed them in the sink) and we set off on a leisurely walk to our only dinner in Perth at a place recommended by the boss of Scottish Ballet. It’s nearly two hours walk to dinner so we head off at 17:15 looking forward to JoJo’s.
Well, JoJo’s is a treat! We enjoy the walk, taking in views of Elizabeth Quay again, and attempt to enter the botanical gardens but topology puts paid to that idea - it’s not clear from Google that the BGs are up a cliff-side! Our friend Steve certainly has good taste. We dine on fabulous Italian food expertly created by chef-patron Umberto and his son Christian. Although it was a long walk out, we take a taxi back and already it’s bed time after 33km under our belt today.
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