Perth itself reminded me of Canadian cities in being clean & neat and all that. I tried the mussel dish at the Belgian Beer Cafe there and decided it was nowhere near as good as the ones you get at the BBCs in New Zealand. A minor point, I know.

Went around the Margaret River region like it was "Sideways," and learned the hard way at Yallingup that bodysurfing isn't about catching THE biggest wave. Also drove a good distance one day to do the canopy walk at Walpole and see the boulder beaches on the Bight. I knew to fill up on the trip back but hadn't planned on all the kangaroos jumping across the road! No wonder I didn't see many other cars.

So it was an adventure, though I was lucky to get out in one piece.