So sorry to dissapoint, but I'm afraid this blog of Adelaide might be rather short. The wonderful thing about travelling round Oz for such a time means that we can go to places that do seem to be a bit of a flop and not be too bummed that we have wasted time there.

Not that our time was wasted...unbeknown to us it seemed Vick and I needed to catch up on some beauty sleep because the first night we arrived there after our 7 hour coach journey from the Grampians I slept 16 hours. I don't think I've ever slept 16 hours in my life! I poked my head up from the covers at what I thought would be around 9.30 ish...nope 12.20pm in the afternoon. And yes if you have already done the maths we went to bed rather early the night before - we had our sensible hats on then...

Adelaide weather was beautiful clear blue skies, if only the wind wasn't blowing a hoolie it would have actually been pretty hot! The beaches were soft white sandy strips where people would walk their dogs in the morning and small children who never seem to mind freezing waters would swim. It was a shame about the wind because apparently the week before it had been divine weather and most people spent the week sunbathing!

We stayed in Glenelg Beach Hostel which held a bit of a mix and match of people. In our room were two blokes in their mid 20's, but then also a south african dad visiting his two daughters who live over here. There were also quite grey haired (or baulding) men walking around the hostel. So yes, as I said a bit of a mix and match...and a bit of a flop for us after we had been with such a fun bunch in Melbourne and the Great Ocean Road.

Nonetheless it might have been a blessing in disguise because it meant I slept on average about 11 hours each night that meant I was bright eyed and bushy tailed everyday. I even went for a few runs along the beach..although I couldn't quite persuade Vick!

During our lazy days in sleepy Adelaide Vick and I would wander around the suburb of Glenelg and on the third day in town we found the City's central market. What a find! Having been paying over a dollar for a piece of fruit for lunch you can imagine my excitment when I bought an apple for 30c! Ok, ok, it is a bit odd to become excited about buying an apple but the market was such a buzzy experience in Adelaide Vick and I were almost hyper at the site of people actually doing something! And the best part were all the freebies (yes I'm talking about free food again). It's orange/manderine season at the moment and ooooo that fruit is yum yum yum!

On one of the mornings we met up with Josh, one of the aussie guys we met in Pub on Wharf in Queenstown. He picked us up at 8am (a positively early start compared to our enormous lie-ins) in his yute and drove us around the suburbs finding a spot for brekky. We found a place that has queues coming out the doors at weekends, and it's always good to judge a place based on it's atmosphere. Well it certainly payed off because it's one of the best brekkys we have had in a long while! Vick went for waffles and icecream (yes for breakfast) and an English Tea to stick to her cultural roots! I went for a green drink (!) with spinach, ginger and all sorts in it as some idea that it will fill me with goodness, and actually it was preeeettttty good! That topped off with an enormous bowl of museli and yoghurt was a good start to the day!

Pretty tired from our early start (it's a hard life isn't it) Vick and I opted to head to the TV room in the hostel where I met fellow ginger Jimmy who had a hard drive full of films. Wonderful. Having then met someone at the hostel who talked and wasn't a baulding middle aged man we headed out for supper and invested in a bottle of wine on the way back.

It was quite a good tactical night out (well in because we drank in the hostel) because after going to bed at gone 3am and then getting roughly around 4 hours sleep meant that we might be able to drift off on our 19 hour bus journey that awaited us the next day!

Stocked up on market produce (we literally had a bag full of goodies) we boarded our Greyhound Bus that would drive us through the night and half the next day to Alice Springs - the center of Australia. The journey was actually quite amusing at some points. All the aboringiny people bought basically their bed with them so they made a right old camp at the back of the bus that I was very jealous of. At around midnight at one of the stops we even got a stowaway on board who snuck to the back and hid in the loo. After being booted off by the bus driver (you wouldn't want to mess with this guy) he even attempted to leap in with our luggage under the bus...

We were lucky as we managed to nab two seats each so we could curl up in a tiny ball and we managed to get about 4 hours sleep (quite a success for my normal sleep patterns on long journeys like that!). As you can imagine, by the time we arrived in Alice, Vick and I were almost like zombies. And hit by the 40 degree desert heat outside whilst we were walking along like pack donkeys it began to get pretty hard! Nonetheless, the friendliness of people out here came to our rescue when a woman pulled up on the side of the road and offered us a lift to our hostel. What a babe.

We collapsed into bed at 9pm ready for our early start of 5.30am to be picked up by Emu Tours to take us on a three day camping trip to the big red rocks in the middle of desert.

So yes, as I mentioned at the beginning, this blog was pretty chilled out and nothing much really happened in our week in Adelaide to the center. But the catch up on sleep was much needed as unbeknown to us the next 3 days in Australia were to be very long, very hot and full of lots more stories to tell you next time.

Chou Chou.