I arrived in Perth on March 29th. Perth - the most isolated capital city in the world, too right it is, there's nothing here. You know how you get to a place and instantly don't like it - thats Perth.

When I arrived had a nightmare at immigration. I go up saying Hi; the woman is like Hi, looking at my passport pic, which doesnt look that much like me. Looks at the WHV then starts asking 9 million questions. 

Practically everything was closed on the day I arriveed due to the Easter weekend. The hostel was is crap. It had got a pool and gym, haven't bothered using it.

I decided to walk down to the river past Northbridge, its only like 10 mins from the hostel down a straight road. So I leave the hostel start to walk, walking for like 30 mins, then think, I cant have missed the river. 10 mins - by Concorde maybe. I'm still walking for over an hour, then I decide to turn back. It suddenly dawns on me, have I been walking the right way. NO! Wasted like 2hrs going the wrong way. Im an ass. Walking back see all the tall buildings of the city where the river is.After walking the right way, only took me like 5 mins, everything was closed though.

Went to the Swan Bells on Sunday, was alright, bit boring. On Monday went to Rottenest Island, was ok, just cycled around the place, went swimming.

Went to this Irish Bar one night. There was a guy doing comedy, he was making fun of everyone coming into the bar. A guy in a wheelchair, came in, he said to him "get up and walk you lazy bastard". He asked me where I was from, he said "last year I had worked in this bar 12 years, to clebrate we put all the prices back to 1870 prices. 1p a pint, 2p a whiskey, but none of the Scottish people were buying any, they were waiting for Happy Hour". Hilarious.

Met up with a few travellers here. Went out one night with a girl from California, she kept buying all the drinks, said I had to save my money, which was odd as she was a backpacker as well. Also met up with Anna who id been emailing before I left, and after 3 months and 4 countries finally met up with Julie last night

Doesn't seem that much to do here, did all the touristy stuff, visited the museams, Swan Bells, Kings Park, never again. Went to Rottnest Island, saw some quokkas. Passed David Bowie's old house and Mary Tyler Moore's - its identical to the one in 'Gone With The Wind'. Went to the zoo, saw some Koala Bears, they were sleeping though, awwww. Also went to the Perth Mint, it handles around $100-200m worth of gold veryday, got a solid silver coin minted with my name on it. Also went in to Freemantle a few times.

Went to this place yesterday to see about fruit picking, not my ideal job, but need the money. Was asked if I could go at anytime. So im leaving here later this morning, going down south to Pemberton. Its in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by 2 National Parks.

So I left Perth on May 1^st. Checked out of the crappy Billabong Hostel, certainly wont miss that and certainly wont miss Perth.

Went to the bus station, got the bus to Pemberton, somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Soutwest Australia, its surrounded by 2 National Parks. After 6 hours on the bus I arrive at Pemberton, population 1000 and 15 backpackers. There was nothing there, just one main street running through the town. Met up with a guy and girl from Edinburgh who were also there to do fruit picking.

Checked in to the hotsel, wasnt exactly the Ritz, but ive stayed in worst. The woman says you all have work in the morning, dont worry its not to early. 10 mins later she told me Id be apple picking. Had to be ready to leave the hostel at 7.20am. Ive only seen 7.20am 3 times in 7 weeks, how I was going to get up, I dont know.

The hostel just died after 9.30am, everyone there was doing agricultral work, they all went to bed early. At 5am I was woken by the chickens, then at 5.30am by this machine cutting logs. Great I though, 6 weeks of this.

Arrived at the farm at 7.31am, the farmer looking pissed off as we were all 1 minute late. Had to wear this bag over your head that pulled on your back and neck. Most of the backpackers there had been doing it for about 7 weeks. I was paired with a guy from Dumfries who had been apple picking for 8 weeks, he must be mad. Id had enough after 8 minutes.

Started to pick the apples they had to be picked a certain way, you couldnt just grab them off the tress. It was so boring, I was picking the bottom ones, then up this ladder. Has the bag fills, it gets really heavy pulls you froward, nearly fell out the tree a few times. I though it must be after 10am, looked at my watch, it was 8.15am, the day went downhill from there. It rained really heavy, im up this tree in shorts and t, getting drenched, no breaks allowed. Finally got a break at 10, everyone discussing how much they had pickied, asking me if I was enjoying, I just nodded, although thinking, get me the fuck out of here.

Back to work, bored as hell, kept thinking, Ive gotta go, no way can I do this. Had lunch at around 1.30pm, the day kept dragging in, Ive never been so bored, finally finished at 4.30pm. No way was I doing this for 4-6 weeks. I left the next morning, decided to head back to Perth and change my flights to go to Darwin.

Checked out of the hostel the next day. I had paid for the week, the guy wouldnt give me a refund for the nights I wasnt staying, also didnt get paid for the fruit picking I did the day before, fuckers. I was soo pissed off.