Late on Monday night I decided it would be more fun to drive the ocean road. On waking up, Daniel decided to come too, and a decision was made to leave on Thursday. Deciding what to do with my day, one of the last things on my Adelaide list was the art gallery. Heading off on the free city loop, me and Lisa headed to North Terrace. Wandering through, I enjoyed the variety of art that was on offer. In the James and Diane Ramsay gallery, some stringy bark aboriginal storyboards reminded me of the placemats my sister brought back from South Africa. Max Meldrum – portrait of Ida held my attention, perhaps because he was Edinburgh born. Particularly liking the Skangaroovian funk room, Margaret Dodd's 'this woman is not a car' series was amazing! Gaining a tour guide for free we learnt about Alfred Giblet's Eros and Berlinde De Bruyckere's 'We are all flesh'. Causing me to think, with the knowledge I have gained at the Scottish government, I was not quite sure what to make of it. Past some nail covered bodies, Wolfgang Tillmans 'Dan' was my favourite picture of the day.
Daundering back along Rundle Mall, a reminder of home was heard with a solo violinist playing 'Auld Lang Syne'. A stop in woolworths for food, Lisa, wanting to see inside a pet shop, was the second reminder of the day of past policies! Warnings over carrots and rabbits and some very tiny puppies, it was a struggle not to be in work mode! Finally able to catch up on the weekend's blogging in the afternoon after some busy filled days, I fear something is going to have to give. Finding a travel journal app, I am hoping to facilitate the recording of travel tales.
After some Chinatown food, the 'Comic Strippers' was enjoyed at the fringe. Pictures taken to mark the occasion, my evening was finished playing rummy and cheat with new American companions and a new Scottish one. Amazeballs!!
I awoke to somewhat of a hangover… Unable to source irn bru and salt and vinegar squares, a burrito and can of coke sorted me out. A slow wander to Rundle Park, I encountered the garden of unearthly delights – host for many of the Adelaide fringe shows. Attempting to avoid all UK acts, I relaxed into the free concert. Alas it was UK day and I was treated to Morgan & Webb, Abandoman – who I had seen in 2010 in Edinburgh and who is apparently now just one man, and the Magnets. Enjoying the magnets the most, the atmosphere in the park was amazing. Reminding me of the Edinburgh Festival but with temperatures peaking at 40 degrees it was a very hot day!
After an evening interlude, me and two of my new Scottish friends tried the free fringe show the hostel was offering – Eastend Cabaret – Notoriously kinky which was brilliant. Catching up with my sister beforehand and my parents after, a pretty awesome day was had. A bond with a roommate over Mt Lofty solidified the awesomeness and I fell asleep having had a good weekend. Having had some sad news from home in the last week, having had such a good time here I am feeling a little guilty. Even though I am far away I am sending hugs and thoughts to all affected xx
After the escapades of the night before, some newly bonded roommates awoke to find that our guest had left! Now with an image for life, I will look back at the banter surrounding the situation with fondness. With a plan to do the fringe, I bumped into my new Scottish friends in the kitchen. They, with a plan to go to Hendley beach, asked if I wanted to join them. Preferring company, I said yes. With temperatures in the high 30s it definitely seemed a good plan. Banter was had over crabs, sand mermaids and bitch fights on the beach (genuinely 2 women looked ready to knock each other out!) and new connections were made.
For evening plans I decided to check out the hostel's pub crawl. $10 for 4 free drinks didn't sound too bad. Meeting Josh, Nicole and Darren, lots of banter and company was had. More than a little merry when I crawled back to the hostel quite late, I had an awesome night.
After venturing to the hostel’s pizza and pub night where I enjoyed the company of a Scot and three Englishmen, I returned early to the hostel to ensure I got a good sleep for a tour I had booked. It was apparent that we had a new roommate – a man in his 70s perhaps, wearing nothing more than a pair of pants. To be noted, that is the British definition of pants, not the Australian one! Struggling with why somebody of that age would choose an 8 bed mixed dorm, I had one of the worst night’s sleep since I arrived in Adelaide. Ignoring the traveller norm of mobile light as a torch, 3 times I was given the privilege of seeing him haul himself down from the top bunk, lights in the room blazing, showing every nook and cranny. Awoken every time, this was more than a little frustrating. I may as well have just stayed out late!
Getting up after what felt like an hour after I fell asleep, I got ready for my tour of the Lower Murray river. Having to pop to a cafe for breakfast in Hahndorf, I felt a bit more awake. The town, of German origin, was quaint with interesting shops, sold German produce, had an impressive looking giraffe and an amazing smelling candle shop!
A dip through Strathalbyn, apparently of Scottish origin, similar to Hahndorf, we came across the Murray Mouth. Not as impressive as expected it was still an enjoyable walk to the boundary between fresh and salt water. Struggling to keep my eyes open on occasion, I think I should ask my roommate for compensation! Through Port Elliot, unfortunately not stopping, we had lunch in Victor Harbour. Beautiful with the sea, and with a horse drawn tram giving the place character, I walked across to granite island. A reminder of why I am in Australia, sun blazing overhead, sea crashing around, it was the best part of the day.
A trip to McLaren Vale winery on the return journey, we were able to taste some locally made wines. An Oomo Shiraz and a kiss and tell moscato later, we were on our way. With an evening spent taking in the atmosphere at the Fringe Parade, it was a pretty good day :).