I’ve never been one to plan Sundays in advance, but what I do know about Australia is that there’s most likely a farmers markets on wherever you are.
I wont even bother blaming it on jetlag because half an hour difference in sleep has never affected me in the past. I woke at about 6:30AM and texted C to see what he was up to for the day.
I didn’t know what I was going to do until an hour later when I decided to make my way to the Adelaide Farmer’s Market at the Adelaide Showgrounds to get my groceries for the next week. It was my first time taking public transport in Adelaide and goodness am I glad it was as easy as just tapping my new Metro Card on.
Adelaide Farmer’s Markets on Sundays
I took the 721 bus towards the city and alighted n Anzac Highway just off of Leader Street. It was a short walk from there on Leader Street towards the Showgrounds where I bought a tonne of veggies and a block of the most delicious vegan cheese in Adelaide. I also got some vegan pasta in honour of C who has not yet made it to Adelaide… I don’t eat much pasta anyway so it should do for the next week or so.
I waited a while for my coffee because the barista kept making coffees for people she knew. Of course it annoyed me but they’d already taken my money so it was a true test of patience on a Sunday morning. She was kind to me in the end so it all worked out fine, even though I swear she put my order last because everyone who’d ordered after me had gone by the time I got mine.
There were so many fresh produce stalls but I settled on one where I bought fresh roma tomatoes and zucchinis. I also got myself a big bag of swiss brown mushrooms at a mushroom stall to go in my bolognese to be.
A pickled vegetable stall caught my eye but by that time I had already spent quite a bit so I passed. I may go back next week to get some though, especially if it gets warmer here.
After the Farmer’s Market in Adelaide, I meandered off to the city via Goodwood Station. Before that, I got to witness a long-ass train crossing. It was pretty special seeing that cargo cruise along the suburbs like it’s nobody’s business.
South Australian Museum
Once I got into the city, I went for the South Australian Museum where I learned about marine life in the Mariana Trench and the giant squid. It was an interactive museum with drawers full of specimens and tanks full of studied species. There was even a little bee hive in the discovery centre that leaded through to the street!
It was a good three levels of history and culture, and a lot of it was to do with indigenous Australians. We have so much to learn from the people of this land, it’s a shame it’s not as prominent as it should be.
A great portion of the museum was dedicated to the marine life around Adelaide and a portion of it was about the importance of reducing the amount of waste that ends up in the ocean. There was a kids tour while I was there too, and the guide was enthusiastic about educating children of the importance of not littering. Living off the earth and doing as little damage as possible is what I want so this was inspiring in its own way.
Lunch at Zenhouse Tea Corner
After the museum, I went to have lunch at Zenhouse Tea Corner where I devoured a vegan laksa. I’m wishing I tried the tom yum goong instead because that’s more my kind of dish but this didn’t disappoint either.
The staff were so so friendly and attentive here, I’ll have to take C here when he arrives!
Their menu is also quite extensive, ranging from veganised Asian fare to your typical Australian nuggets and burgers.
After lunch, I headed down to the Migration Museum which was a real eye-opener for me. As a second generation Australian, it was incredible to learn about all the reasons why people made for this great Southern land besides having been caught stealing bread or bedding another man other than your own.
The migration explores the different reasons why many flee to Australia, be it for education, for jobs, for welfare… It’s definitely one to take the kids if you want to help them understand and accept diversity as a decent human being should.
It was an interactive experience too, like the traffic lights in the picture above! How crazy it was that my parents would have had to do a 50 word dictation test, most likely in English, should they have decided to come here 30 years earlier.
Fun Fact: Most of the scenarios above resulted in tests in foreign languages that you’d have no idea about. White Australia was very real in the first half of our last century!
The Migration Museum was actually a ‘lying-in house’ for women who found themselves in sticky situations back in the day, most usually because you were unfortunate enough to get knocked up by men (irresponsible ones) and had to go somewhere to have your child. The exhibition hall has the floor plans for what used to be the matron’s rooms and the interactive touch screens detail the girls and women who were unfortunate to have wound up here.
While I’d still consider it a small museum, it’s not one to be missed especially if you’re into all things society and culture. Entry is free but the $5 donation is appreciated.
And let me tell you, it was a $5 well spent!