Despite the sweltering 40-degree heat, five very hot photographers took on the challenge and prepared to shoot, just like soldiers in battle. It was the ultimate endurance test but we were victorious. Today we were officially among the hottest photographers in Perth and in the world. It’s only a matter of time before we have our own calendar, just like the firefighters. If anyone’s looking for models, here’s your opportunity before we become big. Really, really big.
The photographers worked hard just to get to Cicerellos, our meeting spot. You could see it in the redness of our faces and in the buckets of sweat dripping everywhere. The sweat kept us glued to our seats, so we had to fight extra hard just to stand up.
Early on, we made the strategic decision to stay near the Fishing Boat Harbour due to the scorching weather conditions. We also made the wise decision to stay out of the sun as much as possible. The weather was so extreme that Fremantle looked like the aftermath of a nuclear disaster. The harbour looked deserted, there were very few people and even the seagulls stayed in the shade. However, the Ferris Wheel in the distance kept on turning.
We made our way across the Fishing Boat Harbour towards Bather’s Beach, where we encountered a few very important signs. For example, one said “pick up after your dog,” which is a great reminder for everyone.
To celebrate our official title of “Hottest Photographers in Perth,” we decided to finish our adventure with a group lunch at the Bathers Beach House. Remembering the importance of staying near the water, some of the photographers ordered a drink while acquiring some extra festive spirit. Also keeping with the Christmas tradition, all the photographers were well and truly stuffed by the end of this event.
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Despite a downpour of rain just an hour before the event, the weather was perfect and it didn’t stop the festivities. We had a good turnout of photographers, which is just as well because there was a good turnout of characters, each with their festive spirits in hand. While gathering at the Moore and Moore building, our meeting point, we already encountered a couple of “party-goers" who started their spirits way too early. That was just a taste of what was yet to come.
As we walked from the old part of Fremantle to the main street, we were entertained by a busking guitarist accompanied by a very special dancer, also with her spirit in hand. It was a very festive atmosphere indeed. That was despite Santa not making it due to COVID. Oops, I said the C word! Unfortunately Rudolph’s nose doesn’t work with a mask on.
We strolled down the main mall towards the Fremantle Markets, then took the scenic route to The Esplanade. In the park we encountered a ferocious dinosaur, an empty Ferris wheel and another character also doing some form of dance. It was spectacular. Presumably the Ferris wheel was empty because you cannot dance on a Ferris wheel.
Anyhow, we covered approximately 18.321 kilometres around Fremantle (ok I may be exaggerating slightly). It was a good workout.
I thoroughly enjoyed the adventure and so did the dancing lady. Unfortunately I didn’t get photos of her or any of the other characters because I just wasn’t brave enough. Additionally, I didn’t want to ruin the festivities.