Adelaide - hot, wet and a total bloody mystery
Central Market - a bright spot on a dull canvas |
The decision to change our itinerary and visit Adelaide had been based on the
recommendations of a number of friends and acquaintances. With hindsight I wish
we had simply gone straight to Melbourne .
Adelaide most
definitely did not resonate for me and, I hesitate to contradict my friends
(who normally have impeccable taste and common sense), left me wondering what
all the fuss was about.
Thank heavens for coffee and cake to pass the time |
Unencumbered by a great intellect I can often amuse myself with
the smallest of things for long periods of time. (Perhaps I'd better re-phrase
that. No, I'll let it stand, a little innuendo never hurt anyone. Crikey it's
getting worse; you can tell I have nothing meaningful to write about our stay
in Adelaide .)
Just as well really, because that's pretty much all we did in the city. In
fairness, for most of the time, it was either around 45c (which restricted us
to air-conditioned rooms) or chucked down with rain, which kept us indoors as
well.
View from Glenelg pier back towards the central square with 'yours truly' wandering morosely |
We had also chosen not to hire a car, so were limited to the CBD
and wherever we could get to on public transport. This prevented us from
exploring the wine regions around the city, of which there are many, unless we
opted for an organised tour. It also meant we didn't get to any of the nearby
seaside towns, other than Glenelg, which lay at one end of the city's only tram
route. I'd like to say that the town redeemed Adelaide in some small measure, but I can't.
The tram terminated in a small square on the Glenelg seafront; this well
landscaped space was surrounded by down-market eateries bizarrely, the largest
and the cleanest of which was McDonalds.
We couldn't confirm, it never opened during our stay |
We had an iced coffee, took a
leisurely stroll along the beach, popped into a small maritime museum and toyed
with the idea of lunch. Cowardice (or discretion) prevailed and we returned to the
city for a late lunch of sushi in the Central Market.The market proved to be the one bright spot on an otherwise
drearily blank canvas. Covered and kept cool by air con, the market catered for
all culinary tastes, from the obvious to the obscure. Around 250 coffee shops,
delicatessens, fruit & veg outlets and Asian street food stands jostled and
competed for the attention of a remarkably laid back bunch of shoppers and
tourists. Largely impervious to the heat and wet weather the market became our
de facto haunt of choice.
Stuffed seal, courtesy of the Adelaide Museum |
Towards the end of our week, and by now more than a little stir
crazy, we hopped aboard one of the city's free circuit buses. It rained the
entire time but we were still able to catch some interesting glimpses through
the condensation-fogged windows. We found some elegant and well-heeled suburbs
in North Adelaide , as well as an odd abundance
of churches. The area also contained the Adelaide Oval, home to a different
Aussie religion but one no less fervently followed. Back on the south side of
town our bus wound its way around and through the CBD, revealing a clean and
efficiently laid out city, before it deposited us back at our apartment.
Studded penguin, courtesy of the Adelaide Museum. Well....what else do you do on a wet Wednesday afternoon? |
On the eve of our departure, and probably knowing that we had an
early flight the next day, Adelaide
played its final practical joke and launched a 14 day fringe festival! In
closing, and at the sharp end of a pointy finger from Fo, I'll concede that
perhaps we didn't give Adelaide
a fair chance to display its wares. Maybe we'll revisit one day, but don't hold
your breath.
You can tell, Adelaide really fired my imagination. |