|Monument hill, a war memorial.|
|Western Australia's oldest building: Fremantle Prison, where 44 persons were executed.|
|The "Cappuccino Strip"|
|Posing for the upcoming Freo Festival|
Back home our landlady showed up. She lives next door to our cottage, conveniently. Even if I may have already mentioned it, it cannot be praised to often that half our fridge was already filled with all the food stuff we needed to survive when we arrived. What a nice lady she is, how friendly and open.
In the late afternoon we spontaneously decided to watch the sunset at the pier. Fortunately we forgot our camera at home, because a fund raiser confused us. Otherwise we might have seen the accident in that happened not much earlier than we arrived in front of our bus stop... A poor motorcyclist was lying on the ground, next to his damaged motorbike, with a lot of people around, among them the motorcyclist's friend... What a pity that we couldn't help.
Anyway, I was pretty lucky that I brought my fleece jacket, because the wind was ass cold. The sunset was amazing, although we were surprised by a thin long cloud at the horizon. There were also many fisherman and especially these funny humped birds that wore all the same white ponytail. In that cold we then had to watch a departing container ship as well. My father may resist watching even the most interesting car, but cannot resist even the most boring locomotives. planes or ships passing by.
|Colorful High Street at night|