Six hours getting on and off a bus in the Swan Valley yesterday for someone’s 50th: by the time it was 3.30pm and we were wrapping up at a brewery I was longing for a giant mariachi-playing dugong to fall from the sky and squash me flat.
You know you’re in a world-class leading edge vibrant tourism hub when toilet hubs are in other languages.
Just about everywhere sells T-shirts, caps, cardigans, blow-up dolls, fishing gear: there’s even felching apparel.
Where’s Cookster when you need him? He would have been stewing in his own juices at the sight of this delicacy. I was keen to compare this to Rottnest herring but Krazy Kym muttered something about me needing a complete basting…
There were other savoury treats too! Come one come all!
But the fun doesn’t stop there for the weekend. Our glorious mayor is coinciding with a significant leading edge vibrant value-added family-entertainment modality today – see you on the bouncy castles!