We are now at the airport, flight has been called, and the trip is almost over. But with an evening flight we had one last day to take in the magnificent Art Gallery of Western Australia, the equally beautiful
Kings Park, where we also met up with our new friends Wendy and Pete from the train, and (unbelievably Nareesa agreed to this, presumably just to shut me up) a bus trip to Como to see if I could find where I lived briefly in the 80s. I think I found the road, but either the house has been knocked down (which would be no surprise) or my memory is shot. Either way I couldn't subject Nareesa to any more and we finally called it a day. I have a horrible feeling that she has video which will doubtless surface on FB at some point.
Sad to leave but so many memories!
One last post to come - the "Okker" awards... (I bet you can't wait).