Fremantle

Sunday we headed to Fremantle to see the sights there.

First stop: the Fremantle market, where we each picked out breakfast. We also bought some fruit for a couple of days.

The market was nice, although I guess we were expecting something a little larger.

Next stop: the old prison. The prison was built by English convicts back in the 1800s, before plumbing and electricity. It was actually still in use, without plumbing or electricity, up until 1991. The tour guide said that prisoners in 1991 were still taking buckets with them into their cells at night in case nature called. Ew.

Waiting for our prison tour:

Inside:

After the prison, we walked around the shops of Fremantle and ate lunch.

We then wandered over to the beach, to set eyes on the Indian Ocean for the first time.

A random guy on the boardwalk said that if Jonathan had been wearing black, then a picture of him looking out to sea would win all sorts of photography awards.

Don't know if he actually knew what he was talking about, for me with my phone camera, but I consider the above an award winning photo.

We next headed to the shipwreck museum.

It looks like I didn't take pictures inside. In any case, there were rusty anchors, silver coins cemented together, even a portion of a huge wooden ship, almost 400 years old. We joined a tour, and just as we started getting into the story of mutiny and shipwreck and murder on the Batavia in the 1600s, Jonathan's back started to hurt again.

So we cut the trip short, and headed back to the hotel.

That was Sunday.