My first priority was to get some breakfast and I was spoilt for choice. My "hotel" was opposite the Central Market and the market was fantastic. I made straight for the food hall and sat down to a full cooked breakfast for a very reasonable sum.

The market is well worth a visit. There are over 250 stalls selling everything you could imagine and more besides. I love looking at the fish and meat stalls and it makes me realise just how expensive things are back in the UK. The quality of the produce was second to none and watching the stallholders shouting in the aisles to attract peoples' attention was an education. Thankfully the market is under cover because when I got to the door the heavens had opened and we were having a thunderstorm.

It rained all day. Needless to say I was a bit fed up by the end of the day. I went back to my room at 6.00pm feeling very miserable. I thought I would read for a while until the rain stopped. I feel asleep and awoke at 10.00pm. It was still raining. This was the low point of my holiday so far. After having such a great time in Melbourne and on the Great Ocean Road trip I felt very alone. If a Singapore Airlines 747 had landed on the road outside I would have jumped on and said "Take me home, James".

Needless to say this didn't happen. I think the jet lag was finally catching up with me and so I got undressed and went to bed. I thought that I would get up early in the morning and get to the YHA as soon as possible, but I did not expect to get up quite as early as I did. I was awaken at 4.00am by rain pouring through the ceiling onto my bed. I was at a loss for words and that is something that doesn't happen very often. The manager had gone away for the weekend so there was nothing I could do but move the bed and try and get some sleep. It didn't work. At 9.00am I left my hotel safe in the knowledge that I will not have anywhere as bad as that again on my travels round Australia. Just to make my day the rain had stopped.

I arrived at the YHA and felt as if I'd walked in to a different world. Everything was bright and there were other people around. After checking in, I caught the tram to Glenelg which is a part of Adelaide by the sea with a beautiful beach. I think this is the part of Adelaide where the first settlers arrived. There is certainly plenty of activity with eating houses spilling out on to the streets as well as souvenir shops.

There is a street entertainer called Mr Spin who is excellent and should not be missed. If you watch him then don't forget to drop some money in his hat. The beach is excellent and seems to stretch for miles. In fact it does stretch for miles. I had had a great day and was now glad that I had not caught that imaginary plane home.

I slept in a dorm for 8 people and thoroughly enjoyed it. On my first night I thought I wouldn't go to bed too early as the others will only wake me when they come in so I went at 11.30. When I went in the room everybody was asleep. I had to drag my bag into the hall to get my toilet things out, as it was pitch black in the room. I thought I would get to bed a bit earlier the following night so I went at 10pm and believe it or not everybody was still in bed before me. But I am jumping ahead of myself.

On the Monday, I played golf with a friend of mine who now lives in Adelaide with his family. My main hobby back in England is golf and I have looked after the junior section at my golf club for over 15 years. Ross, the friend who I was playing golf with, used to be one of my juniors back in England. He moved to Australia with his parents and sister about 8 years ago.

When we were playing golf he reminded me that when he told me back in England that they were moving to Australia he did not want to go. I said that you must be mad because wild horses wouldn't stop me. He said that I was right and there is no way that he would go back to England to live now. We had a game of golf and I can honestly say that I played like an absolute beginner. If you play golf you will know what I mean when I say that I had a case of the shanks. I could not hit the ball straight to save my life and I lost over 16 balls in the long grass. I dare say that I could have found some of them if I'd really looked but you hear so many stories about snakes that I thought "No Way". Discretion was definitely the better part of valour. Ross then showed me a few of the sights before dropping me back at the YHA. I was definitely back in enjoyment mode.

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