For those of you expecting to see a photo of me holding a koala at this point, all I can say is that you've been spared. Time ran out for us after our drive back from Margaret River and we opted for a visit to Fremantle instead. In retrospect we should have opted for the furry ones.
Fremantle is a real mix of styles and has some very funky bars, coffee shops and the rudest T-shirts on the planet (I gave them a miss as I didn't think they would go down well at Ayers Rock!) It was also kind of quiet around the back streets and as Robert remarked the buildings looked as though they were cardboard cut-outs.
Driving back towards Perth someone ran into the back of us. It wasn't serious, no-one was hurt but it's just hassle all round. Exchanging details etc. delayed us so we hit Perth (bad choice of expression) in rush hour: it certainly wasn't KL, it wasn't even central London but it was BUSY. Glad to get back to the hotel really.
A week has already gone and it has flown past. No drinking at lunchtime, but no working out either. Am definitely going to have a drink now and sod the run!
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