Uni Games officially ended on Friday night so most of the team left on Saturday. The rest of us hung around Perth and watched the footy Grand Final replay (the week before the two teams tied at the end of regulation, so rather than go into overtime, the rules said they had to replay the game the next week). After that—Collingwood demolished St. Kilda by the way—I read in a park and then ate fish and chips with a couple teammates. We stayed the night in a hostel and then everyone left on Sunday morning. Except me.
To get the cheapest airfare I booked my flight home on Monday night at about 11 PM so I had some time to kill. Luckily, a couple fellow Exchange students from Ormond who played on the baseball team at Uni Games had the same idea. So on Saturday I met up with them—Tripp from Wisconsin and Augusto from Mexico—and we rode the train down to Cottesloe Beach and then rode the train further down to Fremantle.
Fremantle is the shipping port of Perth. It’s right on the Pacific Ocean while Perth is about 10 miles up the Swan River. All the tankers arrive at Fremantle, and all the business goes on in Perth. You’d think they’d do it all in one city and save some trouble, but I guess that’s the way things happen sometimes.
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This place was bustling. With people in their late 20s/early 30s. |
Fremantle is a small city with lots of quaint brick buildings. It’s looks kind of like a college town, like Cambridge or Princeton. We went for the Little Creatures Brewery (/Bar/Restaurant). Even for a Sunday night at about 6 PM this place was packed. We enjoyed a pint of the Pale Ale—best I’ve had in Australia—but the price tag was so high ($9) it stayed at one pint. Me and Tripp's island adventure after the jump...