How can I describe this magic once in a lifetime experience in Perth, and share? I have heard so many tales and even though we were all there, so many different experiences and stories.
Congratulations to the organisers, and the State Government for pitching in #PerthInternationalArtsFestival
Such a build up
- Money well spent
Here’s how my day went
Entering the city in the late afternoon on a Friday sneaking out of work early, the city was literally jam packed, arriving at the train station my jaw dropped at the very long line of mums, bubs and prams waiting for the lifts at the train station to spirit them down below so they could board the train, their faces said it all.
- Cranky and that was just the mums and bubs
Tired after a long day in the humid PERTH heat having watched our Little Giant Girl arrive by boat, onto our shores passing that pigs mess that they call Elizabeth Quay (kidding).
This was the morning crowd going home, I was there for the late afternoon shenanigans
We meet outside the Trustee Hotel in Brookfield in the Perth CBD
Started with a photo in front of Stormie Mills #BrookfieldBunnies, I know, don’t ask.
Had a few drinks, a little to eat (hot chips), strategising mapping out the route to take, the map in the middle of the table, under the shade of an awning. We could have started all the way over there, or wait till they get here or wait till they get here. We debated whilst quenching our thirst till it was time to make a decision before we missed the Little Girl Giant completely; by this time we were onto our third.
Heading off joining the throngs of people
- Such smiles
- Such excitement
- Such a good vibe
I saw the crowd and joined in tagging along, immersing myself becoming one, my camera strap scraping the back of my neck handing my friend some camera paraphernalia to watch for me as I waved goodbye, inserting my self in amongst the crowd, glancing back at Michael who is frowning that I am attempting to leave him behind, not his thing. I daren’t look at his disapproving face for to long as there is no turning back.
I was not concerned only concerned if there were any pickpockets, terrorist actions didn’t even enter my head till I started writing down my experience, oh hadn’t thought of that till now, considering ourselves lucky which is maybe stupid or sad, I don’t know go figure.
I hear the music the tempo increasing we jiggle a bit and look up in awe
Her beauty struck me, flashing and blinking her eyes at us
She looked left, right, up and down nodding away. I have heard repeatedly it’s like she is alive whether we are caught up in the moment or she really does move that well, I don’t know that she is a puppet, her facial features don’t move apart from her eyelids she is magical made from wood iron and steel, attached to ropes, her limbs swinging along while her hair wraps around her face.
The red robed carer’s clambering over the frame that supports her lifting swinging swaying from their ropes. The blue shirted volunteers attempting to keep the crowds at bay gripping the plastic barrier gently pushing us back.
I watched the musicians banging away, the crowds rocking the excitement and awe of what was happening before us. You got squeezed in a little tighter your personal space got a little smaller you lose sight of your, loved ones, parents gripping their littlies hands, a caring hand on their backs guiding them gently but firmly.
We are as one stalled, standing wriggling to the beat, bated breath craning our necks to see what’s going on up ahead. We have landed on Langley park, let the show begin, I jostled around skirted in and out, through the crowd, trying desperately to see over heads, watching parents craning their necks relaying what they see to the young ones.
The rest of the show began the music continued to beat
Clouds of smoke were spread through the scene by towering cymbals
Our girl was hoisted up and down, twirling, her hair sliding though the sky
Dancing a bedtime routine
Lowered and changed into a simple green night gown
Showered laid to rest upon her red vintage bed
Covered by a sheet to keep the cool night air at bay
Then we watched her sleep, heard her breathing, listening to her snoring
All is well for another day tomorrow
I re gathered our friends and I, hightailed it further into the city centre, hungry, searching for a place to eat, one restaurant booked out, another found us a spot, the best service ever in Central Park.
- A grand night
- I’ll be back on Sunday for the finale
Thank you #perthinternationalartsfestival
Now a post would not be one of mine without a funny would it?
Sunday was a right off as far as the Giants were concerned, couldn’t see a bloody thing, though we did go to the basketball after which was a highlight and watched a game that went into over time not once but twice.
That made a three hour game, ho hum
On the train home two Chinese girls raced to the door to get out at their stop, in the nick of time one got out and one didn’t. My heart plummeted for the one left behind. She stood at that door as the train rolled away looking at her friend on the other side of the door, placing her hand on the glass door. Phoning her friend, speaking in a foreign language, looking upset.
The young lady got off at our stop and proceeded to race up the stairs, came down again looking around for the next train. I touched her arm and looked into her eyes. She looked at me, I pointed to the platform screen and held up 4 fingers for 4 minutes, told her to get on the next train and get of at the next stop. Which is where she should have got off in the first place. She was so grateful, thanking me profusely. I would have happily driven her back to her stop but didn’t want to frighten her, she’ll not forget this day and I am sure be grateful for Perth kindness.
My good deed for the day ticked off.