Wednesday, I had the unusual experience of being mobbed by upwards of ten 2 & 3 year olds. I was trying to get out of the WWW maze because D had decided not to go down the slide after all and decided to disappear into the jungle of obstacles inside the oversized jungle gym. The kids weren’t giving way to an elderly type trying to get down again. They did find my knees and legs useful levers in their determination to get to the top.
Unnerving to see multiple pairs of determined eyes coming at you. Nothing as single-minded as a two year old, I’m thinking.
This is me and Dougal after two hours of play. I was knackered!
An absolute pleasure is watching Lou reading D a version of the ginger bread man story, where he has to choose which stickers go in the text. And the iPad…
Yesterday we intended to go to the Adelaide Museum after visiting Tandanya, the aboriginal cultural centre. Love the art and stories of the Dreamtime … The dots that represent the songlines…hypnotic.
That involved tripping down Rundle St and we got distracted by Rundle Mall.How refreshing to look at shop windows in the open air. I mourn the loss of street shopping in SA. And it’s interesting to see different stuff in the shops. Cell phones and other gadgets in colours other than black for a start. I did notice though that most people stick to corporate black, grey and navy clothing. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my orange cords and purple fleece. This is definitely not Africa!
My lunch looked fabulous but was sadly very dry and bland. At the equivalent of R42 it was disappointing. One mustn’t convert currency though – you’d be gasping all the time. Otherwise the food is amazing. I think it would be very hard to be anorexic here, to much temptation.
Wee went to the central market on Tuesday. I was entranced by the breads and plums the size of your fist. Greek, Italian, Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Gujarati…yum.