Adelaide
Remembering my time in Adelaide always brings a tear to my eye, or two. It was only 11 months but some of the most intense and wonderful months of my life. Sure, it was my first time out of the country (not including Singapore) and my first time living on my own - fending for myself. What an experience! It was my first proper foray into the Aussie culture, from little things like realising pubs were in Adelaide Hotels to how shops closed at 5pm (except for the ever wondrous Coles).
The city of churches, as it's known, or the festival state for all of South Australia - I absolutely cherish my time spent there. Experiencing things like the Fringe festival, which is every 2 years and the Art Festival which is every year to the Norwood Parade's Food & Wine festival, which was just down the road from my house. Getting amazingly drunk in the arvo was always a great feeling. Getting drunk at night didn't hurt either, like the first pub crawl I went on, ending up at various Hotels in Adelaide and their pubs (and subsequent punters).
There's nothing like taking a cheap bus ride (or a free one for that matter) and then hopping on the tram down to Glenelg for a breezy evening stroll. The beach wasn't always the best, but it was still heaps better than many I'd been to in my life. Of course, they say the best beaches are along the East Coast, so it's just as well I'm moving to New South Wales, and maybe one day I'll pay a trip to The Stradbroke Islands in Queensland, or the Sunshine Coast. I'll have to find good Brisbane Accommodation because I don't think Zel's mum would let me bunk at their place!














