Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Suburb # 22 Fyshwick

So I went to Fyshwick with my mother on the weekend to take photos, which sounds all sorts of wrong! But bad jokes aside, with my mum as a special guest for my next suburban adventure, I set out on Sunday to try and find some less well known 'features' of Fyshwick - the suburb famous nationwide for strip clubs, porn and fireworks, which I can never spell correctly.

Fyshwick is named after Sir Philip Fysh (fillet of fish?). A Tasmanian politician involved in federation - so I am sure Jay has something nasty to say about him - but he had an awesome beard, was Postmaster General in 1903 and was made a Knight Comander of the Order of St Michael and and St George (i.e. KCMG as opposed to KPMG) in 1896, so perhaps he can't be all bad? :p

The streets in Fyshwick are named after Australia's industrial towns and regions. There was an internment camp built here in 1918 for German an Austrian nationals.

What can I say...Fsyhwick is a pretty odd place that I have always felt doesn't quite know what it is trying to be. It has a railway line through the middle, a treatment plant, porn shops, brothels, more rug shops than you can possibly count, the amazing Fsyhwick markets (aka GF bread heaven), hardware shops, an animal hospital....and that is the stuff I knew about before the weekend. As you will see below, I found some quite surprising unexpected things - as well as things old, new and quite beautiful.

The not so olde Canberra times....
The newer spirit of Fyshwick...
But even here the expected view of telstra tower is not far away...

A particularly interesting and unexpected find was, however, the Jerrabombera Wetlands where I had never been before. I recommend a wander around here and a visit to one of the 'birds hides' so you can pretend to be a real bird nerd.
It really is quite beautiful in parts. I am now determined to ride a bike around this section of the lake which I haven't done before.

This bus stop had more of the known  features of Fyshwick though...

And I can't finish this post with at least some photos from the markets...


P.S. Remarkably I did not buy a macaron...what is happening to me...


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