# Adrian Tritschler's stuffMy website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a gru

## Home at Last...

Tuesday, Apr 22, 2003

Sleep — must have more sleep… A midnight start to a plane ride is not a good thing. Over three hours in the air, plus two more for timezones, and we landed at Melbourne just after 6 am. Minimal legroom, no pillow, and a screaming baby meant that I didn’t sleep much at all. Joey managed to sleep most of the way. Luggage retrieved and repackaged. Airport bus located and boarded.

## Monday: Fremantle to Perth

Monday, Apr 21, 2003

A hot day in Perth so we headed over to the zoo for the afternoon — as did every second person in the city! A confusing place to get around, there didn’t seem to be any clear maps or directions and at times we found ourselves heading in the opposite direction to what we’d intended. Maybe you’re meant to pay more and buy the guidebook… A thick screen of bamboo between the paths was completely covered in graffiti.

## Sunday: Walpole to Fremantle

Sunday, Apr 20, 2003

A long day of driving, and you’d be forgiven for thinking that here — as elsewhere — the police are more concerned with revenue-raising than with road safety. From Walpole(-34.95,116.7333333) to Bridgetown(-33.95,116.1333333) the road winds through the forest, one lane in each direction, narrow, no centre divider, but with a 110km/hr speed limit. Not one police car could be seen. Between Manjarup and Perth, the road is a freeway, divided road, four or six lanes wide, assorted speed limits of 80, 90, 70, 100 and 110 km/hr, and we passed five speed cameras!

## Saturday: Walpole

Saturday, Apr 19, 2003

Tree-top walks, the Valley of the Giants, Giant Tingle trees, Circular Pool and an eco-tour. The highlights of the day. Running into Jo’s yoga teacher at breakfast was the bizarre coincidence of the day. Definitely Easter-time, the tourist density increased markedly as we drove into the car-park at the Valley of the Giants. Queues to get in, then a constant stream of people around the walk itself. Bouncing and swaying gently, some find it very disconcerting, some try to make it bounce and sway more… If there hadn’t been so many people around I think I’d have taken longer and maybe walked around again, as it was, it was just too noisy and too crowded.

## Friday: Margaret River to Walpole

Friday, Apr 18, 2003

Wildflowers in the heath between Walpole and the beach Arrived in Walpole around 4 pm, first impressions are of a tiny town, all set out along one side of the highway, with a park and tourist information centre on the other side. The old lady in the tourist centre was horrified that we hadn’t booked our accommodation months in advance. Told us that we had almost no chance of finding anywhere in town to stay — but the motel might have some rooms left.

## Thursday: Busselton to Margaret River

Thursday, Apr 17, 2003

Pouring rain this morning as we got up and dressed and drove into Busselton centre for breakfast — a lacklustre coffee and a toasted sandwich. Coffees still cost $3, even for bad ones out here in country towns… We walked out to the Busselton jetty to see whether the new underwater observatory is open yet — no, it’s due to open in October. The thought of paying$7.50 for a four kilometre walk in the rain was a bit off putting, especially since there’s nothing out there to see, so after a brief look around the shop we ducked into the art galleries in the old police station and courthouse.

## Wednesday: Perth to Busselton

Wednesday, Apr 16, 2003

Just our luck — the day that we spent most of the time in the car has the best weather! Where? Perth, Busselton(-33.65,115.3333333)

## Tuesday: Perth and Fremantle

Tuesday, Apr 15, 2003

Breakfast was a little haphazard — the bakery that we thought we’d visit is now a dusty empty shell. So much for three year old guidebooks! We walked around the corner and spied a place with tasty looking croissants in the window, then sighed when the toasting of these was performed in a sandwich press. Tasty fresh croissant to a steaming crushed mess in 10 seconds… Down to the river to checkout the ferries and cruises to Fremantle — there definitely seems to be more collusion than competition here!

## Monday: Perth

Monday, Apr 14, 2003

Walking, walking, walking… a day spent walking around Perth. But first… down to the hotel restaurant to make the most of the “free breakfast.” We could just see the river from the hotel-room window — so down to the river to view the Swan Bells, then off for a lap of the CBD, an attempt to orient ourselves. I was impressed by the number of cyclists around, and especially near one office building where a bike rack has been placed solely for the use of couriers!

## Sunday: …to Perth

Sunday, Apr 13, 2003

10 pm we arrive at the hotel. It has all the ambience of… a hotel. Nondescript, boring, large anonymous international hotel. I turned to look around the room and suffered flashbacks to the five weeks I spent in an identical room in Johannesburg in 2001. After quickly unpacking we foolishly decided to head back downstairs for a drink at the bar. It had been open when we came up, but despite the signs stating “Open 7PM to Late” they’d shut by the time we returned.

# …The Owner

There’s not much more I can add to who I am.

# …The Site

I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.

Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried php, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on emacs org-mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is org-mode and hugo.