Tomorrow I head back to Queensland, but today (in between visits to Flinders Uni bookstore and an Electronic shop in Brighton to pick up enough patch cord to connect one side of Adelaide to the other) I was able to wander along Walkerville Terrace and take some photos.
(The stonework characterising Adelaide houses is not wireless internet friendly. We don’t have these hassles in wooden old Queenslanders – the preferred habitat of Uni students in Brisbane).
I could learn to love this city. Last time I was here was in temperatures over forty degrees. The light and heat reminded me of Mount Isa where I lived in the nineties. This trip, the skies are soft, there is a low pressure system delivering light showers interspersed with bursts of sunshine. The contrast is amazing.
The people are well rugged-up. They actually dress for winter – something that doesn’t happen in Brisbane because the season doesn’t last long enough to warrant a winter wardrobe. People smile as you pass them in the street – a young woman on a bike on Walkerville Terrace gave me a grin worth the 1800km drive. Maybe I look quaint enough to generate these reactions. A grey-haired sunburnt Queenslander probably looks out of place.
We visited Flinders yesterday and today. Each time it poured rain whilst we were on campus. I think it generates its own unique weather different from the rest of Adelaide.
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