Friday night was poker night, which meant Irish Car Bombs, grapefruit vodka nips, milkshakey coconut water in a fake coconut, coworkers, tequila shots, mango margaritas, and rides in shopping carts. Yes, that is what poker night means.

 i cannot afford this.

Saturday morning means a float in the Indian Ocean. Literally, we just floated, belly up. It tastes really salty. But it feels so good.

lunch on the beach. we were sitting there, until it got too hot.

Saturday also meant that the Fremantle Markets were open. The market had a variety of different stalls inside from fruit and veg stands, tacos, fresh juice, raw free-from-everything food,

grilled sausages, coffee, teas, spices, local honey, British candy, clothing, Aboriginal art, paintings, and all sorts of oddities.

I had a spiced apple taco which tasted like spiced apple sauce in a tortilla. It wasn't bad, I guess just not what I wanted, or expected, from a taco but the young maker said he invented it because it was so hot outside that people would walk by his stand eating cold, fresh foods and drinks, by-passing the hot tacos so he created the fresh apple taco as a cold treat - which, in that way, it was perfect - but could've been better with a bit more heat than sweet. 

 We stopped by Sail & Anchor, the winner of the best beer venue - obviously - for a beer from their choice of 43 beers on tap. I got the Gold Medal Royal Beer Show 2011 award winning Colonial Pale Ale - obviously - and JD go the Freo Doctor - named after the infamous wind that blows through Fremantle, cooling down the hot Australian summer air.

When ordering a beer, there are different names for the different sizes of glasses and these terms even change throughout Australia. In WA, there's a shetland which looks like a shot glass but who wants a shot of beer? then there's a middy which is a half pint, a pint, and a jug. I've also heard of a schooner. After one beer - obviously - we had to do the complimentary breathylzer test!

After wandering around Fremantle a bit, we came across the old Round House, the oldest building in Western Australia that used to house 8 prisoners at a time, although WA was not a convict state. There was a wedding going on, with pictures being taken around the Round House, and the guard in charge was not too keen on us entering in case they bride and groom wanted pictures inside. However, a long hug - and apparently a much needed one - changed her mind and she was all smiles and full of information about the place. 

This is my fav.

 It's great to be a charmer.