Cricket Day 5 and more

CJ elects to forego the final day of cricket and REALLY begin our time in Adelaide. After watching the fall of the final significant batsman, CJ is off to walk half way across town to retrieve his bike.

He photographs the pathetic summertime Christmas decorations while walking Rundle Mall.  It's hard to take the Aussie's to task.  Let's face it, how easy is it to put up decos (that's an Aussie word) in Southern California, Southern Florida, and Phoenix.

He passes by the movie to cop a schedule and then answers the call.  A Leffe Bruin calls to him from the Belgium Bar.

After a quick drink and stop at one of best wine shops in the CBD, he completes the walk to the home of James and Jackie to retrieve the bike. Having not been used in a number of years, the tires are flat.

CJ decides to walk the two blocks to Hutt St. and take it to the apartment on the counterclockwise free bus. Finding on his phone that the best bike shop in the CBD is a few blocks up the street, he rushes across to catch the clockwise bus just turning the corner. It passes by without so much as a pause.  CJ notices that the sign reminds one to "hail the bus".  Bugger all! (In a day's time, he'll discover that bikes are no longer allowed on the trams and buses. Crap!)

After waiting a few minutes he realizes he can walk to the shop faster than waiting for the bus.  Since the bus has raced ahead to change drivers, he passes it before arriving at the shop.

After dropping the bike at the shop, he opts to walk a couple of blocks to catch the free tram rather than mess with the free bus which takes a more indirect route and doesn't get one as near our apartment.

Beautiful scallops and ravioli with an Adelaide Hills unwooded chardonnay is called dinner.

Along the way, the Aussies put on a strong fight but lost by 31 runs; far closer than anticipated. Can CJ really call himself America's foremost cricket tragic if at the death, he's sitting on the side of a street nursing a broken bike?