22/11/21 The Great Glenelg Tram Ride

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Monday evening was forecast warm and balmy with a light wind, perfect for the seaside. We packed our swimming togs (just kidding! Not a chance!) and off we went to complete the last segment of TRAIN: the tram to Glenelg.

We caught the tram just on 5pm, and it was jam packed. Here we were with our expectations set by the empty Outer Harbour line and all of a sudden we had to stand up, crammed in with other people, with barely enough room to gently cradle a kitten let alone swing a fully grown cat.  All I can say is I'm glad the borders didn't open until the next day so we could be fairly sure that no one was breathing nasty disease germs all over us. This dire situation lasted all 12km to Glenelg, comprising 16 tiresome stops.

We took a cursory look at the beach and walked out on the jetty, but that wasn't the real reason that we were there.

We chilled in the deck chairs beside the sea, but that wasn't the real reason we were there.
 

Ticking the tram ride off our list wasn't the real reason we were there either. The real reason we were there was the plethora of ice cream shops at Glenelg and Roger's desire to compensate for having earlier missed out on the Glenelg ice cream festival by one measly day.

We prowled up and down the streets of Glenelg in an agony of indecision, so many options for ice cream and so little stomach space in which to fit it...

T'was a difficult decision, but in the end we settled for waffle cups with too many scoops of delicious ice cream, and ate them with a view of the ferris wheel.

We finished off the night with a ride on the sky wheel to celebrate our recent wedding anniversary. One of us was quite excited, bouncing around and taking photos: the other one was hanging on for grim death, convinced the whole thing was going to blow over in the next puff of wind. 

From the top:  looking east.

And west.  Glenelg jetty.

 

The trip back to the city was slightly quicker because we didn't have to stop at every station. This time around there was enough room that, had we had a cat, we could have swung it.

We had a few minutes between tram and train.  The River Torrens was very pretty by night.

The dog was overjoyed to have us home, having convinced himself that we were never coming back. We'd barely got to bed when two cats started to conduct a noisy love affair outside our window, triggering the dog to lay down the law in his biggest doggie voice.

There's never a dull moment in the suburbs.


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