Farewell Perth (part 1)

363 days after arriving, FFM and I departed Perth. We abandonded Travis and at this very moment I suspect he's living the sad and lonely bachelor life and doing things like sleeping in, leaving the seat up on the toilet, and eating dinner at 9 o'clock at night.

Meanwhile we're having the worst bout of jet lag ever compounded by a dire and terrible disease I seem to have picked up along the way which is keeping me coughing all day and night. I finally broke down and went to a doctor today, and am armed with all the medicines American doctors love to prescribe. I'm still coughing but, fingers crossed, should be able to sleep. FFM was given strict instructions NOT to wake up at 1am requesting cars to play with. We had a three hour discussion last night about the fact that even though he can see the cars from his bed he's not allowed to play with them until morning (i.e. when it's LIGHT outside).

I'm laying low for a while, but we did make it it mostly in one piece to Denver. We are ensconced in Granny Annie's basement B&B for the time being, more details to follow as soon as we know them.