Part 1

Because of how effective the Army's attempt at "National Education" is, the first thing I wanted to do during my leave was to fly/swim/dig my way to another country. And so I did, I was in Perth from the 13th to the 19th. That six-days stay was plenty enough time to get used to the climate, lifestyle and the fact that you are now a minority in someone else's country. Now, I will have to re-adjust to moist armpits, being able to find entertainment after 5p.m. and the feeling of being part of the main ethnic group again woohoopapchinesesingaporewoohoo.

There were a few reasons for deciding on Perth instead of Thailand, Vietnam or some other touristy third-world bumfuck place which has transvestites shooting AIDS-filled needles out of their manginas at pot-bellied, red-faced European men. Some reasons were greater than the others, I will let you venture which one.





























The food was a refreshing change from Tekong meals which were cooked by culinary experimenters who are curious about men's maximum tolerance for saltiness and sogginess in his food. I'll go more in-depth about the food in a future post because I genuinely enjoyed the food in Perth and there is quite a number of pictures, most of them taken in a faux-foodieblog fashion.





























Exploring for all the nondescript shops and places was enjoyable too. It's just too bad I didn't have more time because I wanted to really go into every single nook and tranny in Perth. Maybe next time.





























Some girl who happens to be living there. Nothing much to talk about, maybe next post.





























And since I already have it prepared for upload, here's a bonus picture of Jules grazing on the grass.