After the whole episode of Scotty acting up (or not as he argues) on the train we walked off onto the platform at Cottesloe station and I was instantly taken back to the time I stood there before during a visit to my brother many years back when I went to stay with him in Fremantle instead of attending my university graduation ;s. I could still remember the route of the walk to the beach and wasted no time in navigating up and over the hill which runs past a golf course before landing you directly on the beach front.
The weather was criminal, I was already getting the sweat on which was typical of a day in Asia in the previous months. 34.5 degrees I believe was the temperature that day but there was no humidity unlike Thailand and Laos and was instead a much more direct heat. It was only a matter of time before the top was off and the sun lotion beckoned! We took a right at the T-junction and walked past a collective of pubs, random seaside shops and the obligatory fish and chip stalls. Motorbikes were very frequent (the big Harley Davidson types) as were the stacked gym going men wearing backwards bright caps and dental floss vests…I feel a part three coming on as I have to disappear yet again, no rest for the wicked!