"No one goes to Adelaide."

When Aussies ask about my trip plans, they inevitably stop and say "Adelaide? No one goes to Adelaide." Well, I did. I arrived in said city a couple of hours ago, killing time until I can catch my coach to Kangaroo Island. It's hard to know what to make of it. The city is set in the middle of acres of parkland, designed in "ye olden times" to protect the city from cannonfire. The architecture is a mix of Georgian and mid-century modern. If I had to give it an adjective, I supposed I'd call it quaint, though it's generally described to me as boring.

It's Sunday, which usually means the city usually empties out. It's a bit desolate except for the occasional knot of Melbourne Uni students in for the game against Adelaide. What kind of game I'm not sure. I'm guessing Australian Rules Football (footy), but it could be anything really. It's a bit cold and windy, and the Melburnians seem to have underdressed in shorts and hoodies.

I'll be off to Kangaroo Island in about an hour, leaving Adelaide until Tuesday morning when I catch my ride back to the airport. It's hardly enough time to make any proper evaluation of the place, but it seems pleasant enough. It's no worse than say, Columbus, and people go there, right?