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five things, the adelaide version

If you've never thought of 29℃ as blessedly cool, you've never been in Adelaide during a heat-wave.

I have nearly filled my 2GB memory card with photos of my grandmother's cat, Hakana.

Every main street in Adelaide appears to be entirely industrial. It makes navigating disorienting and same-ish.

All the houses in Adelaide are short. I haven't figured out whether it's the narrow frontages, the lack of multi-storey buildings, the pitch of the rooves, the lack of eaves, or all of the above, but all the houses are short.

All the people in Adelaide are also short. I therefore blame my own lack of stature on my Adelaidean heritage, and have taken to referring to the city as Legoland.