What a wonderful first day/night in Perth.
We landed in this part of Western Australia at about.. 6pm local time. We took our luggage and checked out of the airport hassle free. (YAY. I hate airports)
After that, my dad went to the Car Rentals station to pick up a car that he already booked a week ago. Guess what they told us. "We can't rent you a car if you don't own a credit card"
BITCH. Can't your company tell us BEFORE we landed in Perth?
So we waited at the airport for another half-an-hour for a bus or shuttle to take us into the city and dropped us off at a backpackers hotel. My dad asked his friend or whatever to make a room reservation a few months ago. But guess what the receptionist said?
"We don't have a reservation that is booked under your name."
My dad contacted his friend and asked him. His friend said that he spoke to a woman named 'Zelda' or something.
Apparently, that woman does not exist. -_-
And so my dad asked for a room. We were tired from the journey.
"Sorry, all our rooms are full"
You can imagine how I felt.
So they told us to go to another backpackers hotel that is on the other side of the City.
We had 4 huge 30kg luggages and 6 7kg backpacks.
FML. o_e
We carried it all the way to the other part of the City. It was about 8pm.
We were already hell tired and we were jet-lagged, so it felt like it was 12am (Auckland time).
So we reached there and my dad booked a room with 4 beds but we had to share a bathroom with other strangers/tenants. o_e
They didn't have a lift so we had to carry all our luggages up 2 and a half flight of stairs.
FUCK THAT.
The room? It was so run-down and dirty and old. It gave me the impression of a jail cell but with colours.
It was as small as my room in NZ and there were two bunkbeds, worn out, dirty, creaky and rusty. The floor, table and chair were all dirty and old.
So I went to the toilet to wash up (like washing my face and brushing my teeth. No shower.)
and I put my toothbrush along with my family's on the shelf were it was labeled "107", our room number.
When I came back a little later to wash my hands, I realized that my toothbrush was wet and dripping on another shelf. Not my shelf. o_e
Someone freaking used my toothbrush. I went ballistic and asked my mum for another toothbrush the next day.
We had a sleepless night and woke up at about 5am. Harhar.
I quote my dad, "each time your brother tossed and turned, it felt like an earthquake."
Sigh. We then packed our stuff nicely (we mixed our stuff at the airport- that's another story) and got out of there. We had McD's for breakfast and we walked around the city.
Then we found this place selling Used Cars. WHEEEE.
Dad got a car and I knew things were gonna brighten up.
The hunt for a nicer place to live in temporarily begun.
We found this service apartment that was really nice. It felt so glorious (har har) and we moved in instantly. xD
I had such a good night sleep last night. We all did.
We went out shopping for groceries and to tour around Perth. It was pretty nice.
We didn't get to use the internet until right now (my dad got a pocket-wifi deal. SWEET) and I'm sharing my experience to you guys.
Moral of the story?
Reservations should be double checked. Or triple checked.
Being so pampered and spoiled, I'll probably not backpack around the world. Maybe when I'm rich and retired I'll travel around the world living in a Three-Star hotel.
Wish us luck on the rest of our adventure!
o_e
LOVE,
Rebecca.