Adelaide Redux

We wake up late and I decide to call a taxi instead - the first and only time - just so we can lie down a while more. Parting is like peeling off wax this time, but I know I'll see Melbourne again. Back in Adelaide, I decide to go to Adelaide Backpackers' Inn with Fabio, who I met on the train. We settle down and decide to go to the Balfours pie cart for some pie floater. Apple pie time is immediately after dinner and all the Gorgeous Germans descend in their Saturday best leaving Fabio and I a little shabby-feeling. Shower and changed, we head back to the yard where the Germans still are, maybe thats all they dressed for. It's a very cold night in Adelaide so we're all feeling a little light-headed and I spend the night chatting with Ambiguous Andrew and his mate Rika, the German from Brazil (in the middle near the river), at times making up cheap porn film dialogues.