Adelaide Again

There's not much to do today except be a tourist so I start with a walk along Rundle Mall. It's a strange feeling being surrounded by all these people again. The isolation of the bike helmet has become really comfortable. There is time to chill out and reflect, even while tearing along the highway at breakneck speeds. That reflection is near impossible in the cacophony of Adelaide. Even in the swanky apartment I'm bombarded by the sounds of traffic and people. It's counterintuitive that the relative safety of the apartment is less relaxing, but that's the way it is.

We take the tram out to Glenelg to get lunch. Glenelg is an odd place. It's like a beach suffering from an overdose of Ritalin. There are restaurants and amusement rides and so much traffic. I see people nearly everywhere except on the beach itself. I don't get that; why travel all the way to the beach and then sit inside a cafe?

As we sit inside a cafe in Glenelg (don't bother pointing out the hypocrisy) to have a late lunch, Dave gets a call from the BMW mechanic. The bike has only just arrived and it was supposed to have been there hours ago. Dave descends into an even darker funk, which I didn't think was possible. He's now thinking we could be trapped here for days.

Then at 4:00pm Dave gets the call we've been waiting for; BMW has fixed the fault. The fuel pump had shorted and needed to be replaced. They didn't have a spare in stock so they stripped one off a brand new showroom bike. We are out of here tomorrow morning. Hallelujah.