Our Perth Adventures - Dec 2018: Part 2

     We wanted to visit the parks in Perth city the last time around but didn't have the chance. Hence this time, we made sure we had time for King's Park and the Botanical Gardens. It happened to only be a 15min bus ride from the hotel. We started early and had breakfast at the Botanical Cafe, 2 stops into King's Park. Then off we went. Little did we know that we'd be going on another merry adventure.

Corn fritter and personalized morning drink at the Botanical

Bubble fun

You can see the Swan River in the backgound

First dandelion experience  

     The wifey read about a playground on the grounds of the park. As indulgent parents, we went in search of it. From the DNA Tower, it took us about a km downslope across a humongous grassy expense. You can literally race horses here. What made it worse was that there were no signs. We prodded on with our guts and faith in the directions of passersby. We finally heard the welcome sound of children's laughter. Our playground El Dorado was near.

     The prehistoric theme area contained a few play areas. Unfortunately, the lil muchkin wasn't confident enough to attempt the twisty slides. Here families picnicked in the shade of overhead branches while fathers barbecued and shared jokes. We didn't come prepared at all. Fortunately all was not lost. The wifey and I found a shady spot and rested while the lil muchkin slept in her pram, tired out by the long trek here.

     After a session the swings, it was time to head back. I didn't fancy going back the way we came, upslope and all. Thus we decided to follow Google Maps' suggestion for a 3km, half an hour trek by another route. Thank God we brought the pram. With the noonday sun beating on our heads, it was no joke at all. At last we reached civilization; even the Australian lady at the info counter thought we were mad to have made that journey. Then it was back to the city and lunch.

     We were recommended the Petition restaurant but they didn't serve the pasta that the muchkin was used to. The waitress suggested trying Post restaurant. That's how we found ourselves sitting in yet another atas place. This tine it was located in the Como Shambala hotel no less.

     I didn't intend to write about our meals from here but the food at the Post was really first class. So much so that we came back the next day for lunch again. 

I was too tired and hungry to take a proper pic. But this had got to be THE BEST crackling pork belly I've ever had. It beats even those back home. Not even the one at Pasa Bella comes close. You don't even need to cut or scrape the fat. It literally melts off the meat, even before it reaches your lips. The skin, ooh, that glorious savory "keropok". My only grouse is that there was too much fat. Would make 11 out of 10 if there was more meat.

     Refreshed and recharged after our splendid lunch, we made our way back to the hotel. I looked at my handphone pedometer, almost 20,000 steps. We probably walked around 10km. What an adventure.