Tuesday, 23 October 2012

A day in Adelaide

It's lovely how you pimp a semi-outed snack bar and make everyone happy. Walk around the streets of an apathetic world, take a small effort to make them smile. Take back something that someone owns and get a box of chocolates in return (as a bonus). Laugh around with strangers until you reach the deeper meaning of happiness. Life is simple, life is priceless. Life has too many reasons to be. good and happy.

 


This is the microwave oven we saw at Willcox Street, nothing special apart from the fact that we do not possess one. We have sandwich makers, blenders and all other useless appliances but not this radiation box; and b
ecause of this trashed microwave oven, we received a brand-new one.



Auntie Ruth runs this little snack bar at West Sturt Street, I am helping her out vibe up the place again. They sell snacks at a really low price, and so I thought that I'll extend my filthy hands to move things around (literally) and make the business back and running.

 
Meet Mamma Maria. Mima, from Ljubljana. I amazed her right the moment she walked in the snack bar and saw all the changes. She was even impressed when I knew that Ljubljana was the capital of her homeland. She lives nearby and she wants me to take me with her to Slovenia and possible board a room in her place.


 
This is the guy that is very sceptic and pessimistic. Beware.

 

See? He can be very lethal. ie, he will slap you with a newspaper.

 
 
Snacks, not meat. Thank you.


Mama Maria, or should I call her Madamoiselle Mima.


 

Legit Pigeon Lady. I didn't capture the part when she had 5 pigeons on each of her arms
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Rundle Mall, because this town's got balls.


"I've been waiting for too long..."

 
 
Did you know that the building on the left used to be a warehouse? Adelaide had a rule that all buildings in the city must look grand outside.


 
I've seen this all day. Boring rainbow, jk.


 
I wanted to take a photo of the girl's shirt. If you can find it, good on ya.

 

Adelaide isn't fashion-phobic.

 

Things you want to own, but it's worth the work.


Where I USED to work.

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