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| The bank hood. |
Next there is Hay Street and Murray Street which are the shopping and restaurant streets. The closest thing we had in Stuttgart is the Königstraße, only in Perth it is better. In the middle of it, it is more of a web of hidden paths and arcades that even go underground and after weeks I still think I haven't seen the half of it.
If I ever went shopping, the greatest thing about shopping in Perth compared to Germany would be that the music is not shit. In Germany most of the time you have to listen to some house-beat-autotuned-voice-combination. Here the house beat is almost non-existant and the autotuning is at least toned down. I don't even know what music they are playing but it's better.
Then there are the restaurants.
There are loads of asian restaurants.
Even more asian restaurants than you could think of.
I don't know if Perth is different in that matter than other Australian cities but here it is more difficult to find a restaurant that doesn't sell sushi than one that does. Even the Woolworths supermarket has fresh sushi made every day. You can see them preparing it in a booth like if you were in the zoo.
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| Where the streets have no name. Except this one has one and it is called Hay St. The other streets also have names. So it is nothing at all like I said in the beginning of this description. |
It's the first time I saw self check-out machines which almost eliminate queues at all times. I am still not sure about the idea. They are good, I think?
Then there is the friendliness I mentioned in the last post. We were looking for some wonder-honey that cures every ailment and becaused I had problems with their coins, the woman there asked how long we are in Australia and where do we come from and she was really interested. Then we asked about the directions to a supermarket and another customer pops up and adds her own wisdom because she thought she can help.
Another time I went to the upper floor of a big store because that was where the electronic department was and I was doing my rounds past the suitcase department and the girl there asks me how I am. The thought that she is flirting with me crossed my mind. Then later they asked me at McDonalds how I am instead of asking what I want so I think that's kind of a standard greeting here. Still don't know if I am to genuinely respond. I will go back to the suitcase girl just in case she was flirting with me.
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| The top floor had an arcade cabinet on sale for 3000$. I played Asteroids. |
After the train station is Northbridge. That is where alls the happenings are happening. We've seen two brawls up until now. Lots of bars, clubs, restaurants and a coin-op arcade as well. And still a nice looking neighborhood.
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| Northbridge has no bridges at all as far as I know. |
Not too far is the police station and I had to go there once because I lost a bag. "No worries" as they would say here, it was nothing expensive, but I still wanted to have it because I transported it all the way from Greece. The most impressive thing I saw there while waiting was a poster that started with "Don't be an idiot" and then it went on about how you shouldn't pick up fights or steal things. I found the straightforwardness of the whole thing impressive. You would never see that kind of poster in Germany because of its lack of political correctness.
A day later I saw a "Don't be a creep" sticker on a bus.
All right! I'll try.
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