On to Fremantle - Night 143

(I managed to delete my photos from today so you’ll have to settle for some images stolen from the internet)

On my morning walk I came across a youth softball tournament, a friendly reminder that baseball season is right around the corner. It was so very nice to people swinging proper baseball/softball bats and not those flattened logs that pass for cricket sticks. After reveling in the supremacy of American sports for a bit, I returned to the 12:01 Backpackers and gathered up my things for the train ride to the beach.

I caught the 10:30 to Fremantle, a half an hour ride. Fremantle is Perth’s port, like a Long Beach to Los Angeles or a Galveston to Houston. Some would say that Fremantle is just another suburb, but I disagree. It is

The Freo YHA

a stand alone city in its own right, complete with a charming downtown, a thriving market, a college, and an interesting history. I checked into the Freo (as Fremantle is kindly referred to) YHA, which is easily one of the best hostels I’ve been to on my entire trip. Two kitchens, a massive common area and outdoor courtyard, a gym, and even a movie screen and projector. The only thing missing was wireless internet. If you are ever in Freo I highly recommend this place.

Indian Ocean Sunset

I killed much of the afternoon wandering the markets and numerous good used book stores. It just dawned on me that, as my trip is nearly over, I might need to start picking up a few souvenirs for the family. Later on I hit South Beach up for a quick dip in the ocean. Returning to town at 5:05, I soon found out that all the grocery stores in town close at 5 on Saturdays so I was forced to have a below-average kebab at one of the stands in town. It was Bather’s Beach for a superb sunset (the pictures of which I’ve lost). The clouds through up a panorama of red and orange, the wind blew, the waves crashed....the only things missing were a beautiful girl and a bottle of wine.

My cold appears to be getting worse before it gets better.

What I Learned Today: Don’t leave your calling card in a payphone booth, it won’t be there when you get back.

written by

exumenius on March 1, 2008 from Fremantle, Australia

from the travel blog: Kiwis and Kangaroos

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yeah, Australian coast is reach for such scenery...

written by wow-traveler on October 7, 2009

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