Where is the hotel?: i don't want it you can take it back

February 26, 2008

i don't want it you can take it back

a-dulll-laide (not pictured above)
we flew here from wellington (pictured above). i have decided that new zealand is to australia what scotland is to england. which is to say that new zealand is kick a and australia is whatever.

due to some car race called the clipsall (pronounced calypso in australian) 500 in adelaide we were stuck in the boondocks. literally. we were 30 miles outside the city in a tiny town called hahndorf. we stayed in these little cottages and you were awoken by prehistoric sounding birds at 6 AM. i didn't really care. as a matter of fact i rather enjoyed it. the only thing, and by only i mean THE thing that made it suck is that by being so far out it was grist for the mill of complaints that works overtime with some of these people. luckily for me sonic youth (120 year rock veterans) were also relegated to staying out here so i had a pretty good comeback to the constant whining.

and besides that. look what else they had out here: a sexy kangaroo.

i have rediscovered the power of beer to take the edge off. luckily for me after two beers everything is dulled.

this is it. the most exciting thing happening in adelaide besides two beers, the possibility of frankenstein hosting your birthday party and a sexy kangaroo outside of town.

it turns out that the quiet of adelaide was just the calm before the storm and i actually needed those days to rest up. but since, after spending $50 AUD i have reached my maximum bandwith allotment on their sadistic prehistoric internet scene that'll have to wait.

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