was pierced by the sharp edges of rain, my coat was struggling
to keep its place, hair unarranged due to heavy wind--but
still I was enjoying the July rain of Perth. My glasses became
blurred with the drizzle, and I had no rush to wipe them clean.
I felt that everything had stopped around me and I did not
need to see at all.
was walking down the pavement of the Adelaide Terrace, just
in front of my hotel The Sheraton Perth. It was around 5 o'clock
in the afternoon and the streets were busy with people running
away from their workplaces. The sudden shower pushed them
in a tangle. Some younger boys and girls were still walking
in the streets laughing and chatting loudly. The abrupt chilly
waves of wind made them come closer; unmindfully they were
touching their shoulders and then spread away again.
wind did not make any difference to those sitting inside the
car. With their side glasses pulled up they were glancing
around, anxious of getting back home. There were queues of
passengers waiting for their bus. Some of them went under
the nearby shed forgetting to maintain the line. But still
some others chose to stay under the open sky neglecting the
nippy weather; clearly they just could not afford to miss
was waiting to take a taxi before the rain started, but quickly
changed my decision as soon as it started to pour. It was
my first visit to Perth and I could not refrain my self from
getting the first touch of rain.
started to walk towards the main shopping area of Perth city.
It was Thursday and the shopping centres remained open till
9:00 pm, not usual for other days. My plan for the day was
to buy some souvenirs for my family and friends, enjoy dinner
with my Australian friend and have a good look around.
the capital of Western Australia, is a city enriched with
culture and culinary delights and is situated in the southwest
of the island. It is the centre for business and culture as
well as a cosmopolitan city half the people who live here
were born elsewhere, and they come from 160 ethnic groups.
ambience of Perth is great; its Mediterranean climate with
a daily average sunshine of eight hours drags its inhabitants
out of the house.
the people live or visit, they are never too far from sandy
white beaches, or at least the 4000-hectare botanical showcase
of Kings Park.
was enjoying each and every moment in the rain, and was slowly
heading towards Hay Street, one of the prominent shopping
places. Soon I found myself in front of some Kangaroo sculptures
beside the road. They were placed in such a way that you could
shake your hands with them while passing them by.
whole street was like a long red carpet. It was covered by
red bricks that also acted like a red signal as vehicles were
restricted to enter the road. Shops were on both side of the
road and it has everything that one requires. You can get
inside any shop, look around and come out without buying anything!
bought a pair of jeans from "Just Jeans", regarded
as Australia's premier jeans. The shop was owned by some Chinese
people who had come to Australia 20 years ago. Most of the
shops according to my observations were owned by Chinese people.
Some Australian indigenous shops allowed me to buy some anthentic
Australian stuff, like the Boomerang. This wooden weapon is
no longer used to kill the Kangaroos, but has found its place
in many drawing rooms.
I came out from my shopping spree, it was almost time to meet
my Aussie friend. The rain stopped for a while and suddenly
the roads became full of people rushing to finish their tasks
before the next spell of shower could catch them. I went straight
to the McDonalds where my friend Klaus Gohra had already reached
with his 3000 cc Holden car. I threw my bags in the back sit
and jumped into the car.
have our dinner first"- Klaus muttered keeping a cautious
eye on the road.
"Hurry, I can't wait any longer" I replied.
in Perth embraces the finest dishes of the world--from Aussie
tender beefsteak and lamb chops to Italian pasta, Thai noodles,
Chinese Peking duck, Indian curry, varieties of fish and drinks.
When Klaus was telling me these names my month watered.
five-minute-stroll away from the shopping mall is Northbridge,
a sparkling eating out area with sidewalk cafes, different
type of restaurants, pubs, and several clubs to please anybody.
Peoples were eating alongside the roads and everything was
as clean as glass. We went into one of the cafes, and took
some vinegar flavored potato chips. Quick and smart girls
were taking orders from clients.
you have bhuna khichuri in Australia”? I asked
Klaus indicating the cold, wet weather. "It tastes extraor
dinary when it rains".
Perth, no", Klaus replied. "Not many Bangladeshis
live around, but you can get some in Sydney".
I settled for Aussie beef BarBQ while Klaus ordered some fish
fries and curry.
our appetite, Klaus took me for a quick ride around the city.
The Perth skyline by night was lustrous and quiet. A ten minute
ride away was the Burswood Resort that included 24 hour non-stop
casino action, a five-star hotel, Theatre showroom and the
Burswood Dome, which hosted a galaxy of concerts and sporting
event. Before coming back to my hotel, we went to Fremantle,
the older part of Perth and the only harbour, and spent some
time on the bank of the Swan River.
magical city as a whole can offer varieties to tourists that
is simply amazing. The white sandy beaches with magnificent
blue sea, Rocky Mountains of Kimberly, exploring the aboriginal
culture, a majestic coastline, windsurfing, diving, and so
on. One can engross oneself in fishing, or can visit the Margaret
River region to see its renowned wine production, or can simply
walk along a deserted beach.
midnight, the incessant rain made my window glass hazy. I
pulled up the glass and a rush of chilly wind frosted my face.
I could see the Swan River, flowing calmly towards the sparkling
Indian Ocean. That was my last night in Perth, still bright
in my mind with the sweet memories, soaked in the rain.
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