Between seeing Australia and drinking its fine beverages, including a weekend with no Internet access, there has been little time for blogging. Let me see now about posting a selection of photos from the last week. We flew here (Perth, Western Australia) via Kuala Lumpur on AirAsia. Note to any readers who might one day be flying out of the Ho Chi Minh City airport. They take baggage weight and size limits very seriously there, down to the weight of your carry-on(s). Jacket or vest pockets, the more and larger the better, can come in very, very handy.
This is the Perth skyline. The blue sky was (and is) so wonderful after the weeks under Hue's usually gray sky. It is so nice to shoot a photo, preview it, and see blue rather than the overexposed white that was the norm in Hue. The sun was also a nice way to jolt our bodies awake after the flight that arrived in Perth at 5:25 a.m. Fortunately, clearing immigration and customs went smoothly, and we were walking into the arrival area as our Aussie hostesses walked into the terminal from the parking lot. We were in the car and headed out so quickly that their parking was free.
After a morning in Perth, we headed inland, to Northam. The drive took about an hour. The husband slept for the first half, until we stopped for meat pies for lunch, and I slept the second half. The next day, our hostess' husband reported having seen an emu while on his cycling training ride, and we were lucky enough to find it. The landscape here is much different from on the coast, and gets drier as one moves further inland into the outback.
This is the town hall of York, the first inland city. I add that ("the first inland town") because they take that fact very seriously there. After a little while, you might actually think that the name of the town was York-The-First-Inland-Town.
We stopped atop a hill (its name was actually Mt. Brown, but "hill" seems more appropriate) outside town. This was part of the view.
The next day, we visited Toodyay, which is pronounced Too-jay. They still have phone booths there, and quite nice-looking ones at that.
We also visited Windmill Passing, the deepest railway cut in the Southern Hemisphere. A railway cut takes a railroad line through a mountain without a tunnel. The line sits at the bottom of what is basically a deep gash through the mountain to the level of the ground on either side. Our hostess timed this visit perfectly, with a mining train appearing as we were standing atop, over the cut.
And so this takes us through our first three days in Oz. More to come later. Right now, I'm off not to see the wizard but perhaps a wombat instead.