A Vine Ol’ Time
The weekend I landed in Adelaide the temperature hovered between 39 and 41 degrees, which as you might expect is hard to differentiate between. Years ago, on my very first visit to South Australia’s capital, someone said to me, “We have two seasons here, hot and very hot.” This was the very hot season.
I’d just stepped off the air-conditioned luxury of The Ghan train from Darwin in the Northern Territory, where it had been a pleasant 33 degrees, onto a concrete platform that seemed to be buckling under the heat of an Adelaide summer.
It was the first day of the Adelaide Fringe Festival and the city was gearing up for one of Australia’s largest celebration of the arts. With over 1,000 events it’s one of the largest, open access arts festivals in the world, tapping into South Australia’s vibrancy, creativity and energy, an event that has firmly cemented its position as one of the best “arty” capital cities in Australia.
My own feast and festival weekend (of sorts) was booked with Off-Piste 4WD Tours to the Fleurieu Peninsula, about 45 minutes from my centrally located Adelaide hotel. Having been on a number of food and wine tours in the