Cottesloe where we are staying is beautiful. Here is a picture of the beach:
And the view from our window:
We'll add more when we have a faster interweb connection.
We have learnt one thing; people in hostels are weird. They all have this look they give you, like they don't expect to see new faces, even though this is undoubtedly a backpacker's hostel where people are, inevitably, backpackers and therefore generally arrive and move on. Well, at least they're meant to. In reality, half the people have been here months. They are a mystery to us all; they don't appear to worry about money, as seen by the fact that they shop on the beach front where prices are ten times higher than Woolworth's a fifteen minute walk away, and they take taxis into Perth every weekend. They only eat instant noodles and pizzas, yet the kitchen is still sometimes devoid of any sort of pot, pan or utensil.
Even the ones passing through are oddities, talking about going on two week tours with adventure holiday companies, and their further travel plans and you wonder where their endless supply of money comes from. Our room mates are weird, at least the ones that have been here more than a few days are. There's a mother and her unbelievably skinny daughter with hair down to her waist. The mother's days are a mystery, but she's hardly here. The daughter's are not a mystery; she's always here. In fact she rarely leaves her bed, and when she does it's to stomp across the floor to the bathroom, where she does goodness knows what in there, but rarely does it sound like she's going to the loo. She looks anorexic and acts depressed-we joke that perhaps she's throwing up because we just can't figure her out.
Then of course there is those with laptops who gather in the hallway near the fire door. We've taken to joining them, sitting on the hard wood floor with our tiny laptop perched on our knees. The reason? It's the one place you can get a free internet connection. Oh, happy days.
