I am often accused of living in a dream world and to be honest, with my first week of travelling out the way, it’s a good job that I do! If you told me 6 months ago that a hostel could be as bad as where I am now I would have cancelled my plane tickets, forgotten my plans and put a deposit on a nice big comfy flat to cheer myself up a little. I knew it would be basic but at the very least I imagined a comfy bed, cleanliness and the odd smile from the staff. Instead I have a room that brings basic to a whole new meaning, showers that look like they haven’t seen a bottle of bleach since the place opened and receptionists that look as miserable as the dodgy paintwork. It’s safe to say that there has been a slight hitch in my plans. After the emotional goodbyes at the airport, the super long flight and now the poor excuse of accommodation it would have been so easy for me to say “right let’s go home” but reality of it is I really do have to give it a chance. I haven’t put in all this time and invested all this money for a quick hello and a hasty exit. After a good first night sleep (a whole 18 hours but after getting slightly tipsy before the airport and not going to bed until I arrived I don’t think it is bad going really) I opened my eyes to a whole new world. The skyscrapers looked magical and after an explore and walk on South Beach I’ve definatly come to the conclusion that I’ve made the right decision. So the hostel isn’t perfect…I only booked it for a week. I move on to my next one tomorrow. And as beautiful as Perth is, this is only my first stop. I swiftly invested some of my hard earned money into a camper van. At least that way I know what to expect when I go to bed at night. My first week so far has had lots of upsides but also a few down, but even when its been a real bad day I know it can’t be as bad as it can get because I havent seen a spider yet. Not even a tiny one.