Storm passed.
When I'm sad I'm sad. You know? To deny it only prolongs it, like holding in a piss. Sometimes you just got to Let It Be.
So, I just let it happen, and after the Sleep of The Drunk-- tossing and turning all night (and likely snoring, my poor dorm mate), depositing aspirin every two hours and guzzling water, I awoke.
Today was much better. Walked off my hangover and saw a bunch of the city. Through the CBD (Central Business District), past Museum Road, into North Adelaide, along rivers, parks, and gardens: a long and winding road that circumvents the city. Strolled past what is noted as "the quaintest house in Adelaide." I didn't think is was all that, but what do I know about quaint, anyway?
The quaintest house in Adelaide.
Australians use an interesting material for house walls and gates: twigs and sticks joined together:
Every major city in Australia is positioned by the seacoast, so they are all lovely. Adelaide is no exception. Between winding rivers and staggeringly empty coastlines, one doesn't have to travel alone to feel isolated.
I think two problems this week are 1) this is the first time in the entire trip that I am absolutely alone and 2) this is the last week, and it is difficult being "in the moment," when my mind continues to drift toward home. But, today, I bought a cup of coffee. (Piece of cake: I waltzed in, requested a "regular flat white to take away," and received just what I intended to. I turned around, finding the lids next to the sugar. And, knowing how strong the coffee would be, placed 5 sugars in the cup [barely denting its intensity]. ) And, with my espresso train in tow, began to walk some 10 miles throughout Adelaide, North Adelaide, its many parks and gardens.
My journey ended at the Migration Museum. Man, these people do not sugarcoat. Ouch. The museum explored the "discovery" of Australia, the "acclimation" of colonist and natives, the segregation, discrimination of Immigration, era of Stolen Generations, Destitute Aslyums, etc. Just would not stop. How people can continue being white when they exit this place is beyond me. Kill me now.
I've recreated a display, which indicated who received immigration approval.
Would you have been allowed to emigrate to Australia between 1901 - 1958?
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If you were: |
Your immigration status: |
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Black, speaking English fluently |
Given a 50-word Dictation test in Hungarian. Failed. Prohibited immigrant. Go home. |
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Irish girl named Ellen Fitzgibben |
Immigration officer does not like the look of you. Dictation test administered in Swedish. Failed. Go back to Ireland. |
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White British Immigrant |
Welcome to Australia! |
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Asian trade merchant. Trade benefits Australia |
Collect certificate exemption, for 1-year. Renewable. Restricted immigrant. |
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Political activist from Europe |
Dictation test in Scottish Gaelic. Failed. Go home. |
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Japanese married to an Australian. |
Minister for Immigration will decide whether you may live here or not. |
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You are Asian. |
50-word Dictation test in a language you do not understand. Failed. Prohibited immigrant. Do not enter. |
Amen to that, my brother.
Let it Be.

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