Our five days in Adelaide began with blind trust of unreliable weather forecasts and ended with a three hour flight delay.
But despite what people say about the place, it has its own unmistakeable charm. The absence of traffic in the middle of the day and an abundant lack of people lends itself to an unfamiliar quiet stillness that disorients you. But even if you’re accustomed to busier cities, you learn to embrace the permanent lull in life.
For me, I found that much of Adelaide’s beauty lay in its veneer. I was always confused about the title “City of Churches” but there’s a constant presence of church-like buildings that you don’t really comprehend until you see it. There’s the occasional surprise of gardens and flowers, there’s the beach on one side, and a backdrop of mountains on the other (and apparently an expanse of vineyards that we didn’t see because we had no car).
An extremely fun few days where I felt like a stronger person after constantly drinking tap water that tasted like a metallic poison.