Wakeup call at 0600, taxi to the airport, boarding Quantas, no salmon meal, pasta instead, arrival in Perth around 1400. Somehow I was still asleep when all that happend.

 

Things changed though when entering pass control area. Somehow my answers didn’t convince the guy looking at me and my passport. So, happy unpacking everyting at the counter. But they where very nice and since I was drug free I could keep all the alkohol. Plus I got some good diving tips when they found my divers log book.

 

A little red Hundai Accent is now my road warrior for the next thousend kilometer. Got myself a vodafon prepaid card and did the unlocking procedure via phone call with an artificial and a real lady. Sending me a text message when the unlock process is finished? “No, sorry sir, we are not that efficient yet.” Hmmm (*looking sceptical*).  

Anyhow, still can’t get a connection and tomorrow is sunday. Are they efficent enough to work on sundays?

 

Note to myself: Tell Lonely P. to throw out the “Painted Fish” B&B under the accomodations in Fremantle. Fremantle, which is nice little suburb south of Perth ( I am done with skyscrapers for a while), was the place of my choise to spend the night. But the B&B isn’t there any more. It’s been years that there has been a B&B at this adress. i mean, I would have called to check things out if my sim card would have been unlocked.

 

Whatever, lets call it a day. I had too little sleep last night, was unaware of everything till it turned out that I am a drug dealer, I have a brand new sim card that dispite all my efforts is still locked and the B&B was a hoax.

 

If you excuse me now, I have to jump into my jacuzzi and have a few hours sleep in my four-poster bed.

Turned out, that there was a B&B deluxe right around the corner of the non existend one.