I got to Adelaide (or, rather ironically, "Rad"elaide) just after 6pm on Thursday and checked in to Shakespeare backpackers - it seemed as good a place as any. Although the only token of Shakespearianism seems to be funny little pictures of William himself on the bedroom doors and an ornate bookshelf in the common area with a single copy of 'a beginners guide to Shakespeare'. I settled in to the room and bagged a highly-coveted bottom bunk near to a...

There were only 6 of us on my Groovy Grape tour from Alice Springs to Adelaide. And once again I was with a pretty quiet bunch. It consisted of two Asian girls, who were nice enough but kept themselves to themselves, Phillip a German guy who seeemed to have misplaced his sense of humour, Bertina a German girl who when I asked her a question always looked either shocked, as if I was accusing her of killing my whole family, or confused, as if she had never befor...