Fremantle: My Favorite Things, Part 1
Fremantle, or “Freo” for short, is by no means just a suburb of Perth. It serves as port and independent city, and holds all the quaint historical charm that is lacking in Perth’s… Continue reading
Fremantle, or “Freo” for short, is by no means just a suburb of Perth. It serves as port and independent city, and holds all the quaint historical charm that is lacking in Perth’s… Continue reading
I woke up early Sunday morning, made my instant coffee, and walked down to the beach. The air was fresh, the sky nearly cloudless, and the light clear and young. It felt like… Continue reading
The opposum did not come back tonight, though there might possibly be a mouse above the kitchen. I’ve scoured the upstairs for signs (i.e. POO), but see none, so I am now convinced… Continue reading
A rustling in the attic sets my nerves on edge, then a heavy thud against an exterior wall – maybe the roof? I am on high alert. I turn the light in the… Continue reading
The first question most travelers ask is, “How long have you been traveling?” The second question is, “How long will you travel?” I once met a guy in Oaxaca who had been traveling… Continue reading
Halfway through day three – our second full day on the train crossing the Australian continent from east to west – we all begin to go a little stir-crazy. Muesli bars, apples, and… Continue reading
Days one and two, from Sydney to Adelaide, now going via Melbourne I wake up several times in the second half of my first night on the train, each time expecting to remove… Continue reading
Something magical happens at a certain hostel in Katoomba, and everyone there will remark upon it, except of course the owner, let’s call him Joe, who wants no special thanks and may turn… Continue reading