In Perth safely after a long and torturous journey.
Breakfast yesterday was at a small cafe called "Sassy on the Swan", which is built on stilts overhanging the Swan River. The river itself is a horrible and grotty red-brown colour at that point. Anyway, we decided that a newspaper would be in order, so Sonia wandered off in search of one while I waited for the food to be delivered.
About 30 minutes later (not really) Sonia came back with a very sheepish look on her face. She'd been to a shop/dairy place and asked about newspapers. After a pause the lady behind the counter said "you get them from the paperboy". "You do?"
Apparently the newspaper boys set themselves up in the middle of the intersections selling papers to the cars stopped at the lights. So off Sonia trots to find a paperboy - on foot of course. And back she comes with a newspaper. I guess everything here is geared to people in their cars.
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