>Craving Wagamama’s since leaving Sydney in March, today I ventured to another affluent suburb of Perth, Subiaco. There nestled on the corner, is Perth’s Wagamama. I’ve come to learn from a friend in Adelaide that the translation to English is ‘Selfish’. About sums me up really lol. It was great to once again liberate my frequent noodler card from my wallet and dust it down – surprised it still worked when it was swiped.

After lunch I took the train to Swanbourne hoping to find another gem of a beach, but after walking two blocks and not even glimpsing the horizon I quickly turned around and caught the next train to Cottesloe. The weather compared to last time was much better; the indian ocean as calm as you see in brouchers (I’d have taken a photo had I not decided to leave my camera at the lodge, such is life). Anyway, found an idyllic spot, free from other sun worshipers and contently lay grilling in the heat. I’m now a patch work quilt of skin tones, none of which is the desired tan I aspire to have before heading home. I don’t know why I’m so worried about it – not like anyone will see it under the layers of clothing I’ll be having to wear. Oh, and be warned, I find Perth still cold compared to my 3 weeks up the center and in Darwin, and I complain here, so be prepared to hear me complain far more when I leave summer in Oz for the midst of winter back home 😥