We waddled back to Victoria Square in the middle of the CBD to catch the tram to Glenelg. Although I testily insisted the fare was free, it was not, but it is indeed fairly cheap as Tara repeatedly told me. On the way, we met a delightful woman named Sue. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, and she inevitably asked what we do for a living. “We gave up corporate jobs to become travel bloggers,” we replied! “Oh how wonderful”, she exclaimed, “Good for you. Life is too short. My husband was just 50 when he died of a heart attack.” Without skipping a beat, and with a beaming smile, she let us know what we’re missing: “You must go to the Port Adelaide tunnels where they used to smuggle rum into the port. Then, you must take an aboriginal tour at the mouth of the Murray. We had the greatest time doing that.” It’s this kind of life affirming spirit that we found in each person we came across in Adelaide that insures that we will return.
The last stop of the tram (stop 17 @ Moseley Square) left us at the boardwalk near the Glenelg beach. On the day of our visit, the weather was dreadful, cold and breezy with a deep grey sky. To make matters worse, a huge tractor was looping along the beach extracting sand from the beach. The noise was relentless.
Needless to say, the area was a virtual ghost town. Only a few locals getting in their exercise joined us on the boardwalk. We obligingly snapped a few pictures, walked to the end of the peer, snapped a few more pics and decided to call it a day. We headed to the closest bar and enjoyed the warmth of being indoors, the quiet reflection as sunset fell upon us, and a lovely beer.
The “footy” was on the night we were there. As we headed back to the CBD, fans poured onto the tram in their Adelaide Crows colours. The South Australian government spend nearly half a billion dollars renovating the stadium so that football (AFL) could coincide with the cricket ground, so I hope the folks will get their money’s worth.
We initially balked at going anywhere near the oval on game night, due to the crowds, but we couldn’t resist seeing the River Torrens lit up at night. It was worth the effort. The railing on the footbridge over the river leading to the oval was lit up like Christmas tree lights, all white and glistening. The lower span near the water glowed with soft pinkish red, all reflecting brilliantly against the river. Further to the east, a fountain jetted water upwards of 30 feet with an accompanying waterfall cascading down with blue, red, and white lights. With the Oval brilliantly fluorescent in the backdrop, we thoroughly enjoyed the ambiance, never mind the pop tunes blaring from the stadium. Footy fever spread far and wide.