fremantle, edinburgh

Well, after all my adventuring, it sure was weird being back in Pooth again, older and browner. But I could hardly sit around all week counting the hours til I went home, so, having missed the Dockers epic loss on saturday, I decided the next best thing would be to go down to Freo and see them training instead. This isn't as daft as it sounds: watching your team training is a perfectly healthy obsessive thing for footy fans to do in oz: there were hundreds of peolpe there, club officials were giving out goodies to the kids, the social club was open and there was a sizzle going on too (a kind of wee barbie) And naturally I took the oppurtunity to browse the club store, though I somehow managed to restrict myself to a keyring and a bottle-opener. After all the fun of watching Matthew Pavlich's target practice, I headed off to the Sail and Anchor for a few pints of Dockers Draught, before checking into my luxury hostel on beach street. The more I think about it, the more Freo reminds me of Leith; big, historic old port town, half-schemie, half-yuppie. And the bit I was staying in was definately the equivalent of Seafield, so that can't be bad. Feel quite at home in Freo actually...

cheviot marina on seafield road