In the most Western capital of Australia came to work. The rest did not mind, until I received a letter from the girlfriend-winemaker, which I had long wanted to look at foreign vineyards. And here and case: the boss fell ill. In general, three days appeared. The girlfriend was harassing at night, but we still decided to go to the restaurant. On the streets, the unnecessary, all the institutions known to me are closed. Why then all this tempting beauty?
I barely found a clean restaurant. There we were explained that the locals are considered indecent so late (immediately after 10!) Dinner outside the house. And it is unprofitable to work only for wrinkled tourists. Okay, took the menu, study. For 3 minutes they chose the "night" dish for me: a chicken baked in a creamy sauce, for an hour - for a friend. She is a lactame store, for such, the waiter told us, it is not provided here. We barely found a salad with a battle and elven bread. Fortunately, in the afternoon, vegetarian dishes are free and even served beautifully.
Early in the morning of the next day went to the vineyards. Since the local guides show vineyards only with the path of the convicts, according to which we were lazy to roam, went. For me, nothing especially. Conventional grapes that grow our Sevastopol plants. But the girlfriend was infinitely enthusiastic with the gentleness and beauty of their varieties. I was struck only the presence of automata for collecting berries, the amazing accuracy of the formation of rows. As if aliens, and not people did.
He loved by the works of Australian winegrildren, drank wine and snapped with raw with national fresh cakes in one of the wine bars of the Swan Valley, returned to me, rested and - to the beach. I wanted to chat without extraneous ears (our enough here, they crave talking), therefore chose the quiet "City Beach". It is preferred to walk with families the local fans of swimming and sunbathing. Conditions for surfing, diving no, but there is parking, playgrounds, barbecue. We tried to find the most secluded corner and stumbled upon such a "vacationer".
The last day spent calmly, partly on land, a little in the sea. In the morning, riding bicycles, drove to the port of Fremantle, sat down on the ferry, got to the island of Rottttish. They were worn, as in childhood, on the tracks specifically made for such mad cyclists. In the afternoon walked along the famous Kings Park, until neither the legs looked around. They did see one of the soft and fluffy lawns, fell and lay for several hours. In the evening, they found the strength to gather a picnic basket and go to Mullalo Beach, from where the most convenient to sail on the kayak (we are both of the avid keel). I did not want to go back on weekdays ...