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    West Australian Museum, Boola Burdip!

    With Darrell working at his new job on Saturday, I decided to take off for the day. The weather was particularly bad when I woke up and rain was predicted for the duration, so I decided to take the train from Midland to Perth and spend the day in the city, just to get away for a bit. I still have to wait for a couple of months before I can work, so I am trying to keep as busy as possible in the interim. Despite saving to buy a house and trying to live within my means, which is difficult when you aren't working, I am still taking off to the city when I can. Yes it does cost a bit, but it is worth every penny; if I didn't go, I would surely go insane; the waiting for residency rights, is the most difficult part of this whole process!

    I didn't have any real plans while I was in Perth, just a mooch around the city, a bit of window shopping and plenty of walking. The more I keep active, the better. I like to do at least, 10000 steps per day, and power walking around Perth is perfect for keeping active.

    After arriving at the station, I noticed a poster for the cultural quarter, in the opposite direction, to where I would usually walk. I decided to head there instead of the shopping district, on Murray and Hay, and wasn't disappointed. For $15.00, I bought a yearly ticket to the WA Museum, a short walk away. This vast complex, in a modern, spacious building, was perfect for spending a few hours, enjoying all the cultural aspects this state has to offer. The weather was particularly cold, and the rain was just starting to come down, so I was more than happy to be inside, instead of walking the streets.

    The museum is split into different zones, over three floors, and includes displays of indigenous culture, wildlife, terrain, and modern history, especially the two World Wars. The different sectors are bright and wonderfully creative. Wandering around the cavernous halls, I was struck by the informative nature of the various exhibits, and by the end of the morning, I had learnt more about Australia, than I had ever learned in my life.

    I was especially impressed with the exhibits detailing aboriginal culture, highlighted throughout the museum, and sat watching various presentations and videos, as I continued my tour. Interestingly, for me, I gained a more rounded, balanced view of native culture. It was a fascinating insight into this enormous ancient land, that struck a chord with my own spirituality and sense of purpose. Wherever I have lived in the World, it is important for me to absorb local traditions and history, something I wouldn't otherwise have taken part in, back home in Britain.

    I did, however, get lost several times, but that was no big deal. It gave me time to sit, think and enjoy my surroundings. This interactive experience was a joy and with a yearly ticket, I really do look forward to returning again and again. There are new exhibitions showcasing all the time, and there is much more I want to discover about Western Australia, before I start my wider travels across the country, towards the Eastern States. If anything, my time at the WA museum was a perfect introduction to life down under, and I would highly recommend it to anyone venturing to this isolated part of the World. For now, I am looking forward to visiting other parts of Perth's cultural quarter; the next time I go, I will focus on other areas of interest, including indigenous arts and crafts.

    After spending time at the museum, I left for some lunch at my now favourite restaurant on Murray Street; a few pints of Stella at the Belgian Beer Café. The roast beef baguettes are to die for, and although they are a bit pricy, like everything else in Australia, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have one, as I do when I'm in Perth. I have fallen in love with the ambience of this place and although slap bang in the centre of the city, its menu is markedly cheaper than the Shoe in Yagan Square, where I usually go.

    Suitably fed and watered, I went for a look around the shops, window shopping mainly, although I couldn't resist buying a few souvenirs to send back home. Like most places in Perth, city or otherwise, you should always shop around for the best deals, and I did manage to find a cheaper shop just off the beaten track; I really have learnt to be a canny shopper in Australia, even more than I was in Spain.

    After shopping, I had just enough time for a cup of green tea and some carrot cake, before getting the train home.  I always have an enjoyable time when I'm in the city, there Is so much to do and see. It is much quieter than comparable cities I have been to, but that is part of its charm. This is a place where I feel at home and always look forward to going to. Until I am able to work, there will be many more days like this, but I'm not complaining, it's all part of the course when you're starting a new life down under!

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    Difficult Days Down Under!

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    Things are most definitely not going to plan at the moment and if I am honest I have considered getting up and leaving. This has always been a tough country in which to succeed, but currently it is extremely exhausting. These first few weeks in Perth are a hundred times harder than the beginning of our new life in Spain, and I am feeling pretty fed up. I think both of us would agree, that we wouldn't have come here if we had known just how bad things were, and I am a little bit put out that Darrell didn't do his homework properly before we flew across the World. Having said that, I think we are both just glad to be away from the UK; the last few months there were particularly soul-destroying and with Britain the way it is, we are probably better off in Australia.

    Neither of us have regrets about leaving Portsmouth, as it was something we were going to do in any case, but had we known just how difficult it is in Western Australia, we wouldn't have made the move when we did. Nevertheless, we are where we are, my application to remain in this country is in, and we aim to make this place home, at least until one of us throws our dollies out the pram and decided otherwise.

    We aren't getting enough time together; the cramped conditions we are living in, is contributing to our current state of mind. Both of us are feeling negative, although I would call it realistic, and living each day as it comes. We have been told by lots of people that things will change, and we just need to ride out the stormy waters and keep ploughing our energy into long term future goals. As I said to Darrell today, the time for running away is over, it is now important to stay put and fight hard. This was the last international move I intend to make, so we just have to bloody well get on with it for a change.


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    We did get a break from all the paperwork and uncertainty last week, going with Darrell's Cousin Tash and her boyfriend on an afternoon of Dirt Biking. It isn't something I would have usually considered watching in the past, not being a fan of motorbikes in any sense, but I did thoroughly enjoy myself. If anything, it was a break from the drudgery of officialdom, and it allowed me to take my mind off pressing matters.

    Tash and her partner are an absolute joy. She is honest, up front and says things how they are; just the sort of person I love to be around. Her boyfriend is equally frank and direct; as a Kiwi from New Zealand, I was wondering if it has anything to do with his nationality. A friend told me several years ago about their friend from New Zealand, and how truthful and plain-speaking he was. To be honest, that could also be said for Australians too, who I seem to be getting on better with this time, compared to 1995 and 1997; Only time will tell how that pans out.


    While Tash and her boyfriend did their thing on their bikes, Darrell drove their distinctly large four-wheel drive, Australian Ute, behind them. The terrain in Gnangara Pines was pretty treacherous, with the ground full of potholes. But this was the only time, since arriving at Darrell's Mothers, that we have actually had time to ourselves exclusively, so despite the bumpy ride, it was welcome. It does rattle me somewhat, that we have to resort to this kind of outing, in order to have a conversation, but that is just part of the course presently; we literally have to take anything we can get, just to have a chat.

    After a few hours biking, Tash drove us around Perth, along the beautiful beaches and into Fremantle for a hot dog and finally home. It was a shame that the weather was so bad on Sunday, the rainiest day since we have been here, but everyone except me seemed to enjoy it. My guess is they don't get it that often, and it is clearly preferable biking in the rain than in hot dusty conditions. It didn't detract from the lovely day, however, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

    The whole point of a personal blog is to record feelings and emotions, which at the moment, is more important for me than ever. I do have good and bad days, more bad than good currently, but I am busy keeping myself occupied. I am still collating information for my bridging visa in December, and intend to lodge it just before Christmas. You may well think, why the hell are you doing that, when you are feeling the way you are? Well whatever I am wrestling with deep down, what ever happened in the past and whatever disagreements and arguments I have had, there is only one thing I am focused on, and that is finally being happy with Darrell, and that has to include Australia. I am the one holding Darrell back from making yet more knee-jerk reactions, and I am the one who is determined to see this through to the bitter end; I just hope the outcome is worth it!

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    No, I haven't hit the bottle yet, but I may well do in the future at this rate. We were lucky enough to spend another day in Perth, not at The Shoe, as usual, but this Friday, at The Belgian Beer Café, on Murray Street.

    The food was great, and it was wonderful to have a few pints of Stella again. Despite the difficulties ahead, we are at least making time to chill out, even if it is with a bar full of people!

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    Christmas, Home or Away - Donna Pike!

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    'I'd love to in Australia with my best friend again. Been there once for Christmas and I loved it, in the 35+ degrees xx'

    Donna Pike

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    Christmas, Home or Away?

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    This year, I will be spending Christmas in Australia, far away from the traditional Yuletide in Britain. Roaming Brit would like to ask readers where they would spend the festive season if money was no object. With the World in turmoil, war in Europe, the cost of living crisis and recession looming, it is important to keep aspirations alive!

    Do you dream of a deserted tropical island, New York in the snow or a chalet in the Swiss Alps? Maybe you have already had a special Christmas abroad, with family or friends, maybe in another part of the country or just a few days away, from the usual festive fray. Whatever it is, we would love to hear your thoughts!

    Please send your Christmas thoughts for 2022 to me, here in Australia.

    @: lukemartin.jones@mail.com
    Tel & Text Australia: +61 414409832
    Tel & Text Britain: +44 7999663360


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