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We sat at our seats waiting for the boat to dock until we saw it was returning up river towards Perth. But we had to be in Fremantle before the shops shut in order to pick up the suit I was hiring for the press dinner. We pleaded with the ferry people to do an emergency stop and let us off, so they stopped on a small jetty at the end of a rather remarkable marina. As well as conventional berths this marina had a multi storey boat house, revealing that pressure on river space was much tighter than on land. We went into a restaurant called the Boardwalk and Katy phoned for a taxi to whisk us into Fremantle. We got talking to the taxi drive about taxis in Marseille, how they rip you off.
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