Day 12: Perth, pt 3


Yesterday we ventured out to Rottnest island for a day spent cycling, whale watching, and Quokka viewing.

I started my day at the hotel cafe where I ate a fast breakfast of scrambled egg on toast, garnished with pea shoots.

Our trip got off to a great start when we were driven to the train station by a 4.97 star uber driver. While maintaining a 4.97 star rating from 10,000 journeys sound impossible it was soon obvious that his impeccable safety protocols, local knowledge, easy-going conversational tone, and useful public transport suggestions were some of the things that delivered such high levels of satisfaction.

We rode the Freemantle line from Perth station all the way to O’Connor landing where we were fortunate enough to spot an exquisite example of post-war international architecture.

The Freemantle Port Authority building was completed in 1964 and stands eleven storeys high including the three storey observation tower. It has a number of innovative features such as:

  • The windows all have anodised aluminium frames, an anti-glare coating, and are reversible for cleaning.
  • Windows on the ground floor and north side of the building are fitted with fixed vertical and horizontal sun baffles.
  • White tiling for the exterior gives protection against heat and corrosion.
  • Oriented to obtain controlled natural lighting from the north and south while the east and west walls are blanked off.

The ferry ride was a bumpy thirty minute affair but we were soon on Rottnest island where we picked up our rental bikes and set out along the road to the west. It was a stunning ride with beautiful beaches, luscious lakes, and rumpled rocks.

On the far side of the island we stopped for lunch and were fortunate enough to observe a pod of whales cruising by on their great southern migration.

We spent a fair bit of time on the return journey stopping to watch the island’s most abundant mammal, the Quokka. These marsupials are found only in a few areas in western Australia and are famous for having little fear of humans. Quokkas grow up to around 50cm long and look like a small kangaroo, but can climb small trees and shrubs up to 1.5m in height.

Sadly we had to drag ourselves away from these majestic creatures to catch the last ferry home. We enjoyed a reasonably priced Japanese meal for dinner and then retired to the hotel room for a nightcap and a few games of mariocart.

Beth of the day goes to Tristan. He was the first person to add potato crisps to his sandwhich, he took the best quokka photo, and he bought a round of beers for us all on the ferry home.

Well done Tristan. You tried really hard and ya brought this one home.

📸 Tristan Deck

Day 11: Perth, pt 2


Yesterday we had a rest day in Perth. Liz and Jon spent the day productively working on projects of their own, while Tristan and I awoke very late and spent the afternoon and evening exploring Freemantle.

I went to Breadtop bakery for breakfast and ate a vege curry hash brown and a honey cheese roll.

Tristan and I then rode the train out to ‘Freo’ and went for a walk along the waterfront, ending up at the historic submarine slipways where we saw the HMAS Ovens, a cold war era submarine that is now part of the maritime museum.

We then headed to the beach and enjoyed reading our books accompanied by a cold beer and a splendid sunset.

As the light faded and the temperature began to drop I scored an easy point for lending a chilly Tristan my jumper.

We left the beach and walked down to South Freemantle where we ate a delightful Italian meal at Ruocco’s Pizzeria.

Jonathan’s day was spent working on edits for the new Hans Pucket record which we are all extremely excited about.

Hans Pucket

Liz did some songwriting and acquired four new animals on Stardew Valley.

Beth of the day goes to Liz for productivity, good gaming, buying shin ramen, and going shopping for lunch ingredients in preparation for our day trip today.

Solid work Liz, a diverse array of achievements.

Day 10: Perth


Yesterday we arrived in Perth, Liz’s spiritual hometown. In the afternoon we spent a few hours relaxing (chillin’) before heading to Badlands Bar to play our final Australian show of the year.

We had a strong start to the day yesterday when thanks to a really good pack we managed to fit all of us plus our gear into a single uber xl on the way to the airport.

Sadly I soon let the team down at airport security by getting singled out for an explosives check.

For breakfast I ate a spinach and mushroom toastie and a duffin filled with hazelnut spread.

Tristan made the most of our free afternoon going for a 5.8km run and crossing the Swan River on his favourite Perth structure, the Matagarup Bridge.

Completed in 2018 the Matagarup is a pedestrian suspension bridge with a total length of 370m and a longest span of 160m. The structural shape is built to resemble two flying swans, with the bridge arches representing the wishbones, but it can also be seen as a swimming dolphin, a Wagyl serpent or a ribbon.

Badlands Bar is described by Google as ‘unpretentious bar & live music venue featuring rock bands, a large beer garden & food trucks’. Sadly there was only one food truck on the premises but there were some great rock bands including the two bands who supported us, Teen Angst, and Tether, the latter of which you can see a clip of below.

This was the first venue we have played that features stalactites as part of the decor. Apparently there used to also be a volcano too but unfortunately it was removed to create standing room in front of the stage.

Beth of the day goes to Jonathan. He made everyone soda and limes during soundcheck, and then he and Liz took all the gear back to the hotel after the show so Tristan and I could stay for a drink.

Soundcheck drinks is an easy point but you still won this one fair and square Jon, keep it up.

Day 9: Adelaide


Yesterday we woke up at 3am to catch an early flight to Adelaide. We slept through the afternoon and then in the evening played a show at Jive.

Most of us managed a couple of hours sleep before we dragged ourselves out of bed and into a taxi bound for the airport. This time it was Jon and Tristan who fell prey to the magic bomb sniffing wands.

For breakfast I ate a spinach and feta roll. Liz also had one and observed that it likely had potato in it too.

When we landed in Adelaide Tristan headed off to visit renowned cymbal maker Craig Lauritsen and pick up his brand new 55.88cm ride as well as a 48.26cm crash for Callum Passells.

Liz, Jon, and I headed to the hotel and slept until we had to wake up for soundcheck.

The show at Jive was pretty good. There were a couple of severe hecklers but Liz is a pro and kept things moving. Oscar the Wild opened up the show and did an amazing job. Here is a clip of them in action.

Beth of the day goes to Ben for borrowing the hotel luggage trolley to cart our gear half a kilometre down the road to the venue.

Nice one Ben, I’m glad someone had the courage to stand up and fight back against Jono.

Day 8: Brisbane


Yesterday we flew from Sydney to Brisbane where we played a show at The Brightside.

Tristan and I were sad to leave the Quality Suites, our adopted Sydney home. We will never forget the gentle low-pressure shower or fictional rooftop pool.

We ate an unavoidably expensive breakfast at the airport. I had a bread roll filled with roast vegetables.

Tristan and I each lost a point for getting picked for explosives screening.

On arriving in Brisbane we took a quick mental snapshot of the beautiful weather and then headed to our hotel for a nap.

Tristan earned a point at soundcheck for getting soda water for everyone, bringing him back up to zero.

Sadly this was our last show with Major Leagues. Luckily I remembered to take a video of one of their songs.

Jono pulled ahead at the end of the day with a point for sneakily turning down the house music even though the sound engineer wanted it to stay really loud.

Congratulations on the win Jono and also another huge congratulations for your second BOTD hat trick! 🏆🏆🏆

Day 7: Sydney, pt 5


Yesterday we went out to breakfast with our booking agent Casey. In the evening Tristan and I took advantage of the late night Wednesday at the Museum of Contemporary Art, and afterwards popped into a couple of jazz gigs before heading home.

Breakfast was at End of King cafe in Newtown. I had a Sal’s Brekkie which contained polenta chips, mushrooms, kale, poached egg, slivered almonds, goat’s cheese and toast.

In the afternoon Tristan and I went for a run. Tristan had an incredible bout of luck with the traffic lights and didn’t have to stop a single time.

Late in the afternoon we caught a 438 bus to museum station and then a T3 train to Circular Key where we bought icecreams and enjoyed seeing some top quality sunlight stream onto the opera house and the harbour bridge.

Next we visited the art museum which unfortunately only had one gallery open but was still incredible.

We went to two gigs in the evening, the first being Godrigu Ez & Friends performing at Mary’s Underground and the second a guitar trio at Venue 505 featuring Carl Dewhurst, James Waples, and Cameron Undy.

Tristan and I both lost points yesterday for being twenty minutes late for breakfast. Jon earned a point for working on his day off, finishing a demo recording for a funding application. Liz was also working on said recording but sadly lost a point after it was discovered that she had read the deadline wrong and that it wasn’t due until well after we returned home.

Solid work Jono, your sacrifice was not in vain.

Day 6: Sydney, pt 4


Yesterday we all enjoyed a breakfast with Nathan (Dew Process Records) before parting ways. Tristan and I spent the afternoon first at the botanical gardens and then at the Art Gallery of New South Wales. In the evening we headed to Redfern to watch some of Sydney’s jazz heavies battle it out at Moya’s Juniper Lounge.

We went for breakfast in Surrey Hills at a cafe called Reuben Hills. I ordered Huevos Divorciados which contained fried eggs, refried beans, salsas, and a side of avocado.

Tristan shot off afterwards to buy a new pair of jeans and then came to meet me at the botanical gardens where an advertisement for the carniverous plant exhibition had piqued my curiosity.

We then headed to the art gallery and spent the next few hours exploring floor by floor until our brains began to melt.

Our evening was spent at a splendid gin bar in Redfern where we enjoyed watching the Pocket Trio take a creative brush to a tasteful selection of jazz standards. In between the first and second sets we snuck across the road and ate a delicious ramen meal, described by Tristan as “the best ramen I’ve ever had, but I haven’t been to Japan”.

Here’s a clip of Tristan ripping it up in the jam session with three other fine Kiwi musicians, Thomas Botting, Jake Baxendale, and Callum Allardice.

Beth of the day goes to Jono for resisting social pressure and ordering a decaf latte at breakfast.

Good win Jono, it’s good for us all to have something to aspire to.