Always - in the weeks or months before I leave for a big trip, I begin hitting up locals and those who have travelled to where I'm going for the best spots to stop, and the Must Do things to put on my list. Always, I find, this group of people (not unlike the great collection of IGOUGO writers) know the spots that are really not to be missed. Unlike some of the standard guide books and even local tourist centres; those who live in a place or have been there often really know what there is to see and do.
I was in a whisky shop on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh just before leaving for my big and much anticipated trip to the wilds of Western Australia to buy a gift for my friend waiting there to meet me at the airport. As it happily turned out, the young man at the counter was from Perth.
Western Australia is still a relatively untouristed place - even considering the exodus of young Brits that visit the country every year - and so finding first hand information about the place had been trickier than I realized. The man at the whisky shop was happy to comply and recommended a few things we had to. The one he thought was the most obvious was Fremantle.
This - we soon discovered - was quickly echoed by every Australian we met and spoke to. They'd ask us what we'd done so far, and what was on our agenda for the next month or so, each time followed by 'Ya been to Freo yet?' (It's worth mentioning here that virtually every name or place you will come in contact with in Australia will be shortened to a local pet name. Once you know this, it's easier to translate the local lingo.
‘Freo’ seems to be just about one of the best liked and most respected towns in Western Australia. In a state filled great little towns with their own idiosyncrasies, Fremantle is the best of the lot - with its own unique culture, wonderful markets, and a completely different feel from its nearest neighbor - the cosmopolitan city of Perth.
Today if someone going to Western Australia were to ask me the same question I posed before I left - I reckon I would share a similar answer. 'You gotta go to Freo.'
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Because our trip to Western Australia began and ended in Perth (as many do) we decided to leave the wonders of Fremantle until our last little hoo-ra in the capitol.
Arriving in Perth on a Friday night (the night of a big Aussie Rules Football game, no less) we were lucky to find accommodation, and quickly discovered that all the real sight seeing and things to do lie in the close vicinity of the city, rather than in it. Early the next morning we got up and decided to head to the nearest port of call and what we had been hearing so much about - the little bohemian town of Fremantle.
Parking at the docks where the ferries leave to go to Rottenest Island (another big thing on the local's Must Do List) we walked into Fremantle.
Instantly the vibe and feel of the place is different. The weekend, in this case, does seem to be a particularly good time to visit. Even though it will certainly be busier than it will during the week - the almost carnival vibe of the place lends itself to the bustle of crowds. The markets are teeming, but I suspect that this also means that the best wares and products are laid out for the weekends.
As the morning wakes up and the heat increases (I was truly amazed at what a temperature difference there was just an hour north of where we stayed in Bunbury to the city of Perth) the streets fill with performers of all kinds from musicians to magicians and the entire place left me with vague and pleasant remembrances of childhood memories of New Orleans.
The buildings in this area are similarly ornate - and quite staunchly protected by the local government to keep the whole appearance of Fremantle as it should be.
Maybe the nicest thing about Fremantle is that no matter how busy it seems to get (and it did get progressively more and more crowded as the day wore on) there was never an unpleasant amount of people, or a dangerous vibe in the air. It had the feel of enjoyment to it - people come to Fremantle to enjoy themselves.
With the hot smell of cooking fish and some of the best seafood I've had to the quiet and beautiful Indian Ocean discernable from most high points, its' a wonderful place.
Best Way To Get Around:
Because our trip to Western Australia began and ended in Perth (as many do) we decided to leave the wonders of Fremantle until our last little hoo-ra in the capitol.
Arriving in Perth on a Friday night (the night of a big Aussie Rules Football game, no less) we were lucky to find accommodation, and quickly discovered that all the real sight seeing and things to do lie in the close vicinity of the city, rather than in it. Early the next morning we got up and decided to head to the nearest port of call and what we had been hearing so much about - the little bohemian town of Fremantle.
Parking at the docks where the ferries leave to go to Rottenest Island (another big thing on the local's Must Do List) we walked into Fremantle.
Instantly the vibe and feel of the place is different. The weekend, in this case, does seem to be a particularly good time to visit. Even though it will certainly be busier than it will during the week - the almost carnival vibe of the place lends itself to the bustle of crowds. The markets are teeming, but I suspect that this also means that the best wares and products are laid out for the weekends.
As the morning wakes up and the heat increases (I was truly amazed at what a temperature difference there was just an hour north of where we stayed in Bunbury to the city of Perth) the streets fill with performers of all kinds from musicians to magicians and the entire place left me with vague and pleasant remembrances of childhood memories of New Orleans.
The buildings in this area are similarly ornate - and quite staunchly protected by the local government to keep the whole appearance of Fremantle as it should be.
Maybe the nicest thing about Fremantle is that no matter how busy it seems to get (and it did get progressively more and more crowded as the day wore on) there was never an unpleasant amount of people, or a dangerous vibe in the air. It had the feel of enjoyment to it - people come to Fremantle to enjoy themselves.
With the hot smell of cooking fish and some of the best seafood I've had to the quiet and beautiful Indian Ocean discernable from most high points, its' a wonderful place.