I made my way out of the terminal to smoke and started to use my senses and powers of observation to get an idea of what exactly was going on around me… others smoking, families and friends reuniting joyously and riding off into the night in cars… the air warm and sweet, my rash itching but ignored when faced with the greater problem of where am I going tonight? So I observed a shuttle driver talking to a fellow traveler who didn’t speak the English but was trying to get to a hostel… And I deduced that I bet he, the driver, could help me find a hostel this late at night. Which he totally agreed upon and I hopped in this mini-bus with a quadrahedren (sp) type of trailer for all the luggage and off into the night we went… the bulbous shrubbery creating the illusion of large stuffed pillows, details lost to the night, forms silhoutted by the moon… off to Perth City
