A very Ozzy birthday…

Getting back from Bali I only had a few short days left in Perth before jetting East to Brisbane. Seeing as this time period coincided with my birthday it was largely spent drinking on the beach and enjoying the beautiful natural surroundings of Freo with my friends. My remaining memories of my birthday night out to celebrate turning 24 consist of eating pizza and waking up on the sofa around 3am… I’m sure some other stuff happened in between. I spent my night before my birthday completing my most epic run to date… making it all the way from Fremantle to Perth and back again, which was a lovely way to spend the evening!

Actual Valentine’s day started with opening all my cards from my amazing family and friends, a MASSIVE thank you to all those who thought of me and made my day special from a million miles away! The chaps at the hostel had also got a group signed card, and my friend Lars claimed me in the name of Canada (see phot), apparently a great honour. The afternoon was spent in Perth central with my friend Laura, as it was my last day and I had managed to convince myself I had seen little of the city. I was wrong – there’s actually not much in Perth to see- and I had already hit all the major landmarks with the exception of Kings Park. Kings Park is a lovely stretch of what seems like about a million miles of beautifully maintained parky beauty, including botanical gardens with some of Australia’s rarest plants. Being the well mannered young ladies that we are, Laura and I celebrated the find by rolling down the big hill in the centre of the botanical garden, and then falling around with laughter. A good day.

The evening was spent watching episodes of House and preparing myself mentally for the 4 hour public-transport escapade it would take to get me to Perth Airport for 8.3 am in the morning. Totally worth it for the 15 dollar saving though. And I made it in time, so, as they say, no worries mate!! Brizzy here I come!