Freo – it’s short for Fremantle. Here in Australia they have shortened pretty much every word … please see below for examples:
- telly – television
- footy – Australian Rules Football
- barbi – barbecue
- brekky – breakfast
- Tassie – Tasmania
- jelly – jelly
I’m actually a bit surprised that they haven’t started calling me Becky – instead it’s pretty much just Bec.
This weekend we went to Freo to the prison. I would give you a history lesson about the Fremantle prison however I would be taking away the purpose and glory from Wikipedia – so if you want a comprehensive and questionable history, click HERE. Here is the Cliff’s Notes version: it’s a prison built in WA in the 1860s by the convicts. It served as a maximum security prison (with no in-room plumbing mind you) until it’s closure in 1991.
Now the tour we went on took us through underground tunnels (now that I think about it I can’t really think of any above ground tunnels) that were dug by the convicts to serve as the prison’s and the surrounding communities water supply. It was a bit freaky, and cramped, and damp, and dark – oh yeah, and we had to climb down 20 meters on a vertical ladder. They put us in attractive gear (pictures below) and had us take a breathalyzer prior to the tour. Luckily we were a shoe in – and apparently so were the only other two people on the tour – who I’m pretty sure were related to Rick Moranis with their coke bottle glasses, inhalers and inability to navigate their boats forward. More about the boats – the width of the tunnels were seriously my wing span and they somehow managed to lodge their boat sideways. In the end it was a cool tour and made me glad I wasn’t a convict in the 1800’s having to build either a prison or dig water tunnels. It pretty much would’ve sucked.
Book Review: The Lollipop Shoes. I didn’t like the first 100 pages, then I realised they were witches and it was the sequel to Chocolat and then it made more sense to me and I stopped hating it as much.