King's Park

We do everything wrong.

Do we?

That's an overstatement but this is how it feels sometimes. We visited King's Park twice. The first time was before we were living on the edge of King's Park and the second time was after we were living on the edge of King's Park. When we were living exactly next to it for two weeks, we didn't go. One reason is probably that, to ascend to King's Park we had to go up the fiercest slope Perth offers, right outside our apartment which was kind of demotivating.

First visit. There were many more people than visible here.

King's Park is bigger than New York's Central Park but I don't know if they are compareable because only one fifth of the park looks like a park. The rest of it looks more like a forest. The first time we went there, we only visited the parky looking place and it was very pretty. We also saw a gallery with aboriginal art - from the outside. It was closed and we told ourselves that we will visit it another day when it is open. We didn't. They was also an exhibit of plants which they transported from the outback. We almost missed it because there were there. Plants. And small signs. No fence or anything. They trusted people not to step on them.

Second visit. We saw almost no people at all.

The second time we went there, we walked through the more like a forest looking part from the north to the south. We arrived at the sea which could also still be a river at that place, I never figured that out. I wanted to walk back on a different route but Diana was having none of it. We took some photos of a house on the water which as far as I gathered has no significance other than it looks kind of nice but still constantly attracts people who want a picture in front of it.

Normally we would take a photo of us in front of it but there was a line and we didn't want to wait.

Then we took the bus back to the centre. I still walked almost 13 km that day. I don't know how much that is in fake / imperial units.