I arrive at Perth pretty late and it’s raining. It’s raining so hard it’s on the news as the local supermarket car park is flooded. I scurry off to my hotel room and eat my sandwich.
Morning comes and it’s still raining.
The taxi driver talks to me about the impending music festival in Perth, he tells me he sometimes steals tents from the festival, I can’t tell whether he’s joking or not so I nod approvingly.
Meeting goes really well but I order a return taxi from a different company.
Things are looking really positive.
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