Back To OZ: Checking Out Adelaide 2012

During our return trip to Adelaide, South Australia, we focused on finding places students might like to visit. Tom & I are working on an overseas travel experience for university students, a trip to take place in the summer of 2013. Here and in future postings are some of the places we scouted out–the places we went and the things we saw Down Under.


The Jetty, Glenelg, South Australia

After a long trip, beginning in Fargo with stopovers in Denver and San Francisco, we crossed the ocean to Sydney and then Adelaide. Adelaide is our study site. Yes, we call this work. Just a block worth’s of a walk from our hotel takes us to the jetty, where we sop up the glorious sun and relax just a bit from hour nearly 30 hours of being strapped into airplanes and trapped in airports.

We stayed in Glenelg (named for Glenelg, Scotland, and Lord Glenelg), which has been a port since 1836. Glenelg is mainland South Australia’s oldest settlement, so a great spot to take students studying history and travel writing, and an even better place for us to cool our jets. Glenelg origninated as a stop for fisherman, dropping cargo, and even mail. “Glenelg” is also a palindrome, so there’s just all kinds of ways for us to find fun here.



Mid-March is nearing the end of South Australia’s summer, but these beach-combers don’t seem to mind. We don’t either. With temps in the 20 degree Celcius range (high 60’s for us) the weather might be seem a bit cool for the natives, but it is perfect for us Fargoans. Glenelg and the jetty are just a few kilometers from Adelaide’s city center, and so it’s a perfect place for us to stage our research operations and to call home away from home.



Thank you, little seagulls, for helping to frame the view.


Signage takes on the shape of fish, while boaters take on the sea. We walked to the end of the pier, where we found a couple fisherman throwing out some lines. Observers like us tried to identify a small catch, multicolored, small and flat, and not like anything we (or anyone stooped around there with us) had seen before. The result was a thumbs-down for edibility, and the fish was dropped back into the Indian Ocean (usually called the Southern Ocean here). The next fisherman brought up something more identifiable–a squid. This went into the “keeper” bucket, much to everyone’s delight.

After our stroll, we went back to the hotel, thinking that a short little nap was in order. Too bad for us, it was after dark when we woke (we really knew better than to try to sleep just a little), and our options for supper were few.


After being denied entry to any of the hoppin’, young people’s clubs, where when we asked if they were serving food we received a curt, “No,” we found one late night food-serving place: SouvlakiBros Charcoal Yiros. This was a good thing (even though the Souvlakis didn’t spell gyros the way we think they ought to). We opted for the lamb–mine with three kinds of chunked-up cheese, Tom’s with a spicy something and yogurt.



We sat at a picnic table, watched the public trains go by, as well as the dancers and daters (and some of the over-embibers), and scarfed down our gyros with a cold soda. It was the perfect end to the day, and a great beginning of our study tour.





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