Adelaide

Sad to leave Tasmania, we made our way to Adelaide. Although we were there on business, Mark was looking at his apartment and trying to make some decisions about it, we got to have three wonderful nights with two of Mark’s old university mates, Chris and Lexi and their adorable cat Cocoa. While I had been warned about the place, although I’m still not sure what the warning was about (something to do with the locals being crude or something), I greatly enjoyed myself (even the boring hour at the real estate office). I finally had my first outing to an Aussie pub, which happened to be a terribly charming one (with gluten-free options on the menu and fantastic décor). We retired rather early the first evening, saving our stamina for the next day.

After the time spent doing business, we made it to McLaren Vale and visited Mark’s first boss, Justin. We drank some fantastic Tempranillo at Samuel’s Gorge, enjoyed the beautiful views and fantastic company. O’ to have money and success!

Next we went to the beach. While not as unique as Nine Mile in Tassie it was nonetheless wonderful. Then, back to home base and the most wonderful Indian takeout I’ve had here yet!

The last day we looked at the Central Markets, which every town must have they are fantastic, and did some exploring around town. We also stopped by another friend's house, had a delicious lunch, and enjoyed the gorgeous afternoon with Andrew and his daughter Rachel. After a nice barbeque, we spent some time imbibing . . . and then some more . . . and then I went to bed because we had to be at the airport at 5:30 am . . . and then Mark drank some more . . . Finally, the night ended and it quickly turned into day and we were off to another airport and to work.