I had only intended to go out for a
walk — get something to eat, maybe. I stepped outside my
gate and into the street and right smack dab into the
middle of the latest Fremantle Festival.
A Freo Arts Festival on the Easter
Weekend. They blocked off South Terrace a.k.a. the Cafe
Strip and let artists (of all sorts) run mad.
I wandered down. The partner had
gone down South-West for an Easter family weekend and
had taken the only decent camera with him. So I couldn’t
take any photographs. Especially not of the
contortionist, Bendy Em, who managed to get her entire
body into the space of a two feet by two feet by two
feet cube. You do the math. It was a tiny space and she
was a much bigger person than I am.
Further down was a mime and then
two Americans from L.A. who had a comedy/dance act. It
was their first time performing out on the street but
they took to it well. They went for an hour, the folks
on the Sail and Anchor’s balcony getting a bird eye’s
view of the proceedings.
Murky green skin
After them came a guy who was
completely covered in tattoos so much so that he looked
as if he had murky green skin. He wore a kilt and Doc
Marten boots and proceeded to juggle all sorts of things
including a chainsaw that was running. If he had caught
it by the blade, all the children watching would have
Then there was an Indian magician,
complete with accent and all. He made off colour jokes —
we love off colour jokes in Fremantle — and was a great
hit, pythons, sword swallowing, sleight of hand and so
By now I was really hungry. So I
turned and walked past the Sail and Anchor Pub towards
the Fremantle markets. In front of them were The Pitts —
a family troupe of acrobatic jugglers who juggle, get
this, themselves and each other. That’s right, they
juggle body parts (that are thankfully not detached) and
then they juggle each other. It is very much a comedy
act with even a little tyke getting in on it. I didn’t
stay to watch.
Elephant brand drinks
I walked in and found my usual
cutlets in the Sri Lankan food stall. Then I got mango
chutney. Then I realised that the fridge had Elephant
brand drinks in it so I picked up a bottle of Necto and
a bottle of Cream Soda.
I had to take the back streets to
get back to my flat. The main strip was way too crowded
with people and no one could walk through. I sat on my
bed with my food, trying to keep the cat away from it.
This is why I love living here.
Life here is often literally outside your front door.
Imagine being able to control the excitement level in
your life simply by opening your front door, stepping
outside and then stepping back in whenever it was more
than enough? A bit like Doctor Who’s TARDIS where you
know if you open the door and step outside, there is a
whole new world/dimension/era waiting for you.
I had only wanted something to eat
and instead I got something for my mind and my heart as
well. Not to mention something for this week’s column.