We've made it to Adelaide! Those cranky two americans that you all love and adore who were drinking nothing but Melbourne Bitter (which is a real beer in the region) realized that if you are into the cafe culture and you spend some quality time in the city; it could probably grow on you. I also just don't think it really is a city for me. You know Columbus is a great city and a part of me will find it special; however, it's not a city for me (and not a city they sing songs about...especially not like LA: Don't forget what you've learned all you give is returned/And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter/And a season to sleep and a place to get clean/Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one is expecting ~ Bright Eyes).
We got to Adelaide and there is something i noticed that hasn't really clicked until I got to Adelaide. I haven't really been able to give a commentary on the bathrooms (ahem...I mean Toilets) in Australia. All as you noticed they call them toilets, which i feel is a bit crude; however, as we've learned Australians have no problem saying it as it is...and sounding so genuine and nice when they do it. Makes you just want to smile and say thank and then wonder if you were just insulted. But if you want to see crudeness in the sense of the toilets then you should see the picture of how they distinguish between the men's and women's rooms at the hostel in Melbourne. Or just ask about what Briana and I observed in our respective toilets at the hostels (things that I'm not sure should be mentioned on a blog...don't want it to get shut down...)
As soon as we landed in Adelaide I decided to use the toilet. Like many things in the Australia...there were numerous signs explaining something about where I was heading (Australia loves its signs). Well this sign in particular informed me of some very important information: "This Toilet uses recycled water for flushing- Please refrain from drinking." I would agree that after flying for a couple of hours in a plane with same air circulating around - drying out your throat - that one could be a bit parched. But is it wrong of me not to think, "I can't wait to throw my face into a toilet and lap up some water like a misbehaving dog."? I'm not sure if this was just a precaution, but it made me wonder if it wasn't a reactionary means like the warning on McDonalds coffee cups.
Another interesting fact is that it is IMPOSSIBLE to flush a urinal in Southern Australia. After using some urinals (and lets eliminate the numerous ones that are just the trough style), I would spend about 10-15 seconds wondering how does this flush. I'm losing minutes of my life because Southern Australia is in a drought and doesn't allow urinals to have water. It's madness!
So yeah, that's what it's like to enter the great city of Adelaide. Also, as a bonus I met a couple of chaps (yeah, I busted out a aussie term..and what?!) from Massachusetts. They were crew for the Lady Gaga and Pussycat Dolls concert. When Briana and I were leaving the airport, we happened to get in the middle of all the crew for the concert....in the words of Marci, we were "surrounded by fame".
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