a visit from the homeland

The Adelaide project's temporarily on hold while I enjoy the company of Miss Martine of Hobart, here for *gasp*, a librarian (or lesbrarian) conference. Not that we've just been sitting around endlessly reminiscing about Tasmania's majestic mountain ranges and tea-coloured rivers, as Martine has never seen them. But I haven't been out much since Wednesday apart from brief sorties to Johnny's place, the Central Market, the gym and Adelaide Airport. Adelaide is finally going to get an airport worthy of its status as an international city, the gateway to somewhere, we don't know where. (This will be in stark contrast to Hobart where, upon landing, you look around for the terminal - is that it over there? no, that's a maintenance shed. However, Martine points out that the current Adelaide terminal is little better, and that on two of her three visits here this year, they haven't had enough stairs to let her off the plane.)