Cresting a hill an hour outside of Portland, Victoria felt similar to riding into a toaster oven. I can’t say I’ve ever been in a toaster oven, but one can surely imagine the state. Within a span of a few meters, someone hit the “hot” setting of the world’s hairdryer, and the land turned into a blazing inferno for the next three hundred miles.
The next few days, especially the day of my arrival to Adelaide, were almost unbearable. Lucky for me, the newest Couchsurfing hosts Sean (aka Lord Thorne) and French girl Lea, not only had a wonderfully clean and cold shower and air conditioned townhouse, but were the opposite of drunken Australian farmers. And although I wasn’t a huge fan of Lord Thorne’s heavy death metal, we did find common ground over Mad Max movies and free Shiraz tastings in the famed McLaren Vale of South Australia. And who doesn’t love a nice French girl?
Adelaide was charming, and my only regret was not having more time to explore the coast, wine regions and city sights further.