Day 5 - Sharehouse Time in Perth

Living in a hostel is not bad at all, but as a couple, we sometimes like to have some quality private time, which is difficult with roommates. Especially Asians, in our experience, tend to be very ignorant and prefer spending the whole day sitting on their beds in front of their computers instead of going to the park or the common areas of the hostel... Grrr... So we decided to move out. It takes us 15 minutes to drive to the hostel from our new home in Maylands, and there's also a bus for lazy moments. There's a beautiful parkland near the Swan River where I like to go for my jogging. I'm still working at the dodgy karaoke club and delivering food for Uber Eats by bike, and Matze has a permanent job at a construction site. He sweeps or pressure washes all day, not very exciting, but it pays well, and he has Sundays off, so we can do something together. I can't get enough of Fremantle. In addition to the beautiful beaches, there are wonderful old (by Australian standards) buildings, a shipwreck museum, an art museum, and a market with delicious salamis (e.g. kangaroo salami). Our days are a mix of Ubering, but at least all the cycling keeps us fit. One of our last Sundays in Perth, we take a train/bike trip to Swan Valley, where we visit a distillery and a mead and honey store. After tasting some really delicious and high-quality spirits, we end our bike tour with a stop at "Elmars in the Valley," a German beer garden with a specialty store for German goods. It feels like home, but I don't feel homesick (at least not yet). In the evening, Mae and Sean come over for a barbecue. On the Saturday before we fly to Sydney, Marco's last weekend in Australia has arrived. He treats us to mulled wine at the Aberdeen Lodge (it's getting really chilly in the evenings now!), and then we all go to a beach party in Fremantle. It's noticeably colder than the last one, but dancing in a sweater is still fun :) When we're looking for a way to get back home in the morning, I suggest trying hitchhiking with a thumbs-up sign. We don't have to wait long before a man stops and offers to take us at least part of our way. Just moments after I had mentioned how I once left my phone in a hitchhiker's car in New Zealand, I reach into my pocket and don't know whether to laugh or cry: It happened again. Of all times!! All we can hope for is that the kind person who finds my unlocked phone will call someone to contact me. We find another kind person who gives us a ride, a stripper from Northbridge XD And to top it off, Marco discovers a fancy pair of panties in the car when the aforementioned lady stops at a gas station. We're now at the train station and almost at the platform when Matze stops cursing. He forgot his phone. It's like a curse because even Marco can't do anything now; his phone is dead. Long story short: We all make it home safely anyway, and the next day, both of us receive a message from our drivers. Lucky us.