Ten years ago I dubbed Adelaide a “craphole” because it seemed like a bit of a snoozefest. I suspect this was partially because I visited on Good Friday when most everything was closed, but mostly because back then I wasn’t the openminded and adventurous traveler I am today.
Tagged: South Australia
I may get banished to travel blogger purgatory for the following confession, but here it goes:
I’m not really into food. Like, at all.
I grew up eating chicken for dinner every other night, and until I moved to New York I looked at eating out as a thing you only did for special occasions.
As a travel writer, I should be able to write about most anything travel-related. And I’d like to think I can, if the numerous reviews I’ve written of hotels I’ve never visited are any indication of my research skills and general wordsmithery.