Today's post is a throwback to Perth (the Western Australian one, not the Scottish one).
I spent a couple of weeks there at the end of my year in Australia, in July 2011, and loved it. It has a reputation as a city stuck out on a limb, and in a sense, that's kind of true: it's around a five hour flight from the eastern hubs of Melbourne and Sydney, with great swathes of desert in between.
But the result isn't a feeling of isolation (although imported goods here will cost you even more than in the rest of the country, because of the transport costs). Instead, Perth sets itself up as its own centre, as the focal point for the western side of the country. It's a hub of artwork, of music in the streets, of days spent with family and friends on the water or in the city's beautiful extensive parks.
Yes, its public transport system leaves a lot to be desired, taxis are extortionate, and the tensions between aboriginal and non-aboriginal cultures seem heightened here.
But it's a beautiful city, and one that I'm definitely glad I visitied.