It takes a couple of hours to get to Adelaide. We’re camping at a site near Adelaide which is more top end than we are used to, with showers, a laundry room, a pool, a café and a children’s play area. Having regressed somewhat over the course of the past seven or so months, quite a few of us get on the large bouncy cushion which is as long as a bus.
Belgian Sam & I walk along the beach toward town. There are quite a few houses along the beach road and, though there are some cars parked outside them, there isn’t much human activity on the beach and I am not sure if these are just holiday homes. There is also a marina full of gleaming yachts and there’s a closed shop there that’s empty except for a mini Lamborghini in the window display. Though it’s not the peak of summer, but I am surprised at how quiet it seems to be.
The coast end of Adelaide is Glenelg, the historic part of town. I think this because it has the town hall which dates all the way back to the twentieth century. This may seem flippant, but so much of Adelaide looks like it doesn’t.
There are some festivals going on in Adelaide at the moment, including ‘Womadelaide’ and the Adelaide Fringe Festival. I also discover that Massive Attack are in Australia and are playing Adelaide in a couple of weeks, so I am tempted to come back for that.
Stopping for lunch at a bar restaurant, one woman there thinks that I am a musician playing at the festival. She loudly explains that she is also playing and her companion here is a photographer so Sam, with his expensive camera in hand, claims that we too are here for the festival and he is my photographer. It would be nice to have a night out here and I am recommended somewhere called the ‘Garden of Secret Delights’, but instead I resort to going on a mini pub crawl, enjoying the chance to drink decent cider again. This is an unexpected bonus, although it is an expensive drink here, costing up to A$9.
There are a lot of 1970s/80s cars still going in Australia. Some are beginning to look like classics, though this may be as much to do with them taking on the characteristics of their owners / carers. I’m not sure, but it doesn’t look like they do MOTs here. One man I chat to at the bar at lunch has an outboard motor attached to the back of his old pick-up truck outside.
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| character car |
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