One month in Oz – 6. Adelaide and Broken Hill

Post 6 of a series detailing our Australian adventure. Access the full series here.

We were woken up at around 6.20am by the lights coming on in the train carriage. It gave us just the time we needed to get ready to disembark in Adelaide shortly after 7am. On the advice of the train attendant, we got a taxi to Adelaide Central Market for around $10 and saved ourselves the $40 it would have cost us to get the GSR-provided transfer.

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Adelaide Central Market

Adelaide Central Market was a lot like London’s Borough Market. Loads of fresh fruit, veg, meat, bread, cakes and speciality foods; the main difference being the abundancy of kangaroo meat and crude names (bum burner sausage, anyone?). We went into the trendy-looking Zuma cafe for breakfast, where I chose the ‘Avocado Smash’ with feta and chorizo and Steve chose the Eggs Benedict with homemade hollandaise. Both were delicious!

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Afterwards we walked around the markets, admiring all the delicious-looking looking food on offer. It was a bit stressful when it came to returning to the train – for a while we couldn’t find a taxi rank, and when we did one didn’t turn up for about 10 minutes. Thankfully, just when we were close to walking to the station ourselves a taxi appeared, and it turned out we would have walked to the wrong station!

A new ‘friend’

Back on the train, a man with a big straggly beard and matted hair sat down next to us and started chatting. I’m nervous talking to strangers at the best of times, so I got on with my reading and let Steve talk to him. Steve wasn’t responding much but the man nevertheless continued, and things took a turn for the worse when he asked Steve whether he and his schoolfriends were often naked in front of eachother as boys. He went on to begin singing the praises of nudity and naturism. Call me a prude, but I did think this seemed rather an odd subject to bring up with a stranger you’ve just met.

Steve, ever polite, continued responding half-heartedly to the man. At one point he went to have a shower, explaining that he always takes advantage of the showers during his journey home of just a couple of hours. We took this opportunity to go to the dining car to charge the laptop. Steve followed, and we more-or-less hid in there until we saw our hairy naturist friend get off the train with his many plastic bags. Needless to say, he fulfilled our expectation that we’d meet some unusual people on this train journey!


Broken Hill

Soon afterwards we arrived at Broken Hill, another scorching hot outback town built upon a history of mining. We had an hour and 40 minutes here, enough to do some exploring. We walked around the quiet streets for as long as we could bear the sun, before ducking into a nice bar to relax with some drinks. I had the loveliest cocktail called a Green Fairy – I think it had midori, absinthe, lime, mint and 7up inside. Steve got an XXXX and we sat at a shaded table outside, enjoying the relieving breeze.


Back on the train, the evening proceeded pretty much as usual. We had our final dinner in the cafe accompanied by champagne, played some more Uno and then settled down for our last uncomfortable night!

All text and photos (c) Juliet Langton, 2014. All rights reserved.


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