Had a really awesome conversation with a nice Italian guy at the train station today.He was one of the attendants at the ticket office for the trains, and we wanted to book reservations for the next leg of our trip, from Venice to Brig (and onto Zermatt). He didn’t speak great English, but definitely spoke enough to be able to book our reservations.
After he knew what we wanted, the conversation went a little bit like this.
Us: No Adelaide
Us: yeah Adelaide
Guy: Where is that?
Us: my holding my hands in the rough shape of australia – in the middle at the bottom.
Us: yeah. (we weren’t sure by this stage whether he was exclaiming that he knew where adelaide was, or that he still didn’t really know what we were saying)
Guy: how big?
Us: about 1 million
Guy: oh aaaadylayde? (says it the same as previous times, i think he has been trying to say that he knows adelaide and now finally we are both on the same page)
Guy: Lovely parks! He then grabs a pen and paper and draws a map of adelaide, complete with the parklands!
We finally work out that he knows adelaide and he is trying to tell us. We are all smiling and laughing by this stage, so he tells us to shoosh a bit – you can tell he is enjoying the conversation but knows he can’t spend too long otherwise he will get in trouble.
Us: I’m sorry?
After a bit more gesticulating, we finally work out that he has been to Adelaide, and had some awesome Chinese on gouger street, and some awesome cabernet from the Barossa Valley.
These are the sorts of conversations that make the whole travelling experience worthwhile, and also make you realise that really, Adelaide is a pretty nice place to live.