Perth and No Photos

I have just spent a couple of days in Perth for work, flying out of Sydney at an ungodly hour on Wednesday morning and returning at an ungodly hour on Thursday night. The true miracle is that I took no photos. I didn't even go on my traditional body in Perth - brain on Sydney time early morning stroll because it was raining.

I stayed at the Burswood casino, and did do some anthropologising. During the day there were a depressing number of elderly (that is, older than me) folk sitting in front of machines.

I think next time I go over I will have to stay an extra couple of days and hire a car. It is ridiculous that I have now been to Perth three times and have done virtually no touristing.