Duncan fleeing The Smelly Cheese
Duncan at Cricket Pitch in AdelaideWe arrived at the home of our ATC hosts, Rod and Anthea in the late afternoon after driving along the limestone coast. Rod had sent us detailed instructions to help us find them in Blackwood outside Adelaide. As we didn’t have a detailed map to follow, we were grateful that his directions were meticulous. Every time we ventured out of their subdivision in the car without them on subsequent journeys, we seemed to get muddled trying to find Coromandel Parade.
Rod and Anthea had just returned from four weeks in New Zealand and were pleased to share experiences. They had stayed exclusively with ATC members and had followed a route similar to ours – not surprising since it is a long narrow country. We showed them our DVD Ata Whenua and they liked it so well they ordered it too.
They invited us to eat with them and as it was our 31st wedding anniversary, we contributed the beautiful wine given to us by our Melbourne hosts, Jack and Sue. They had a lovely cocker spaniel, Chappy, who had an interesting history. They had adopted him after his owner, who was an amputee, had died leaving a bequest to take care of him in perpetuity. Rod and Anthea had to see that he went to his owner’s funeral, and Chappy’s final resting place is all arranged and paid for by the bequest. They don’t pay for any veterinary services and admitted that they take him more frequently than is probably necessary because of this.
They invited us to eat with them and as it was our 31st wedding anniversary, we contributed the beautiful wine given to us by our Melbourne hosts, Jack and Sue. They had a lovely cocker spaniel, Chappy, who had an interesting history. They had adopted him after his owner, who was an amputee, had died leaving a bequest to take care of him in perpetuity. Rod and Anthea had to see that he went to his owner’s funeral, and Chappy’s final resting place is all arranged and paid for by the bequest. They don’t pay for any veterinary services and admitted that they take him more frequently than is probably necessary because of this.
The next morning Rod drove us to the train and it took us about 25 minutes to get into Adelaide. Adelaide was designed by the same planner who designed Christchurch, NZ. It is smaller city than the others in Australia we’ve visited, and like Christchurch is very attractive and easy to navigate. Apparently the temperature goes into the 40s in summer. How do they stand it? There is no Tourist Tram but free Tourist Buses follow a circular route around the heart of the city.
Our first stop was their lovely market, about four times larger than our St. Lawrence Market. Everything looked fresh and beautiful. I was sorry that we weren’t self-catering and couldn’t take advantage of all the beautiful Australian produce.
We stopped for lattes with a double shot, our new coffee drink. The flat whites seem to be milkier here than in NZ so we’ve been experimenting. We sought out Bistro Dom that I had read about in an Australian House and Home magazine. The server was charming and heated our shared pain au chocolat; it was wonderful just like those from Au Duc de Lorraine in Montreal.
We walked all around the city, then went down by the river for a walk. We decided to rent bicycles for one hour to get up to a city viewpoint. The cricket field was open so we took advantage and rode our bikes in to have a look fully expecting someone to throw us out at any minute, but no one stopped us or seemed to care. Good on ya maintenance workers.
We stopped for lattes with a double shot, our new coffee drink. The flat whites seem to be milkier here than in NZ so we’ve been experimenting. We sought out Bistro Dom that I had read about in an Australian House and Home magazine. The server was charming and heated our shared pain au chocolat; it was wonderful just like those from Au Duc de Lorraine in Montreal.
We walked all around the city, then went down by the river for a walk. We decided to rent bicycles for one hour to get up to a city viewpoint. The cricket field was open so we took advantage and rode our bikes in to have a look fully expecting someone to throw us out at any minute, but no one stopped us or seemed to care. Good on ya maintenance workers.
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