As the 78th running Adelaide Fringe Festival takes place over the next few weeks, I'm taking some well wanted time to explore all the happenings of what makes up our State of Festivals. It's month-long running occasion, so I'll save the well needed reflections of Fringe acts and Artists for another week. This week I'll show you what you can experience in between checking out artists and shows.
The word ‘fringe’ has hit close to home for myself lately. Not only have I been revelling in the excitement of the 2018 Adelaide Fringe Festival, but the thought of fringe has been haunting my very own head. Which, by the way is currently covered by the most horrible haircut imaginable. But let’s *please* avoid that and focus on the former, more aesthetically pleasing fringe.
It never used to be as popular as it is now. I can’t speak for the years I haven’t been around, but the more than several times that I have been to shows and the garden, it surprises me just how busy it gets. Rundle Street becomes flocked with crowds, the population comprised of locals, visiting artists, young, old, families, singletons, couples, everybody coming together to appreciate the hard work of some particularly inventive people. I love to think of how many people, from such different places with such different jobs and different lives have all come together to compile Adelaide's very own spectacle.
For me it's like Adelaide's very own Disneyland. I'm temporarily transported to another world and my worries are put at ease. The line into the garden trails along the street, making it seem like what Adelaidians imagine is an excruciatingly long wait. But join at the end and you'll find the bustling traffic of people constantly moving about makes it quicker than you'd expect.
Being the indecisive person I am, I can't tell if the array of food and beverage options imposed on me is a blessing or a curse. Of course, it's great to be able to peek into the hand of fellow munch-goers to check the visual appeal of food items. But that just makes it even more difficult to know what to get because everything. just. looks. so. damn. good.
A major part of the gardens is the many different stalls and vendors with smiling people ready to serve their proudest dishes. Each stall is authentically diverse, ranging from Italian, Thai, Greek, Turkish, Spanish, Vietnamese, Indian, Nepalese... just off the top of my head. Spark up a conversation with stallholders and you'll be surprised by the range of accents all with their own stories and diverse lives.
With the limited allowance a young person's budget can get you, we managed to savour our culinary enjoyment in a Spanish chicken and chorizo paella (pron. pie/ey/a) and a Turkish spinach, pumpkin, zuchinni and cheese gozleme (pron. goz/le/meh).
No, we didn't purchase these particular items to give you a sneaky lesson in linguistics. But by the absolute tastiness of these items, I now do expect you to upload correct pronunciation, just for respect of the dishes.
If you're a fan of amusement parks, or even just bright stimulating lights, there's a collection of rides to increase your heartbeat and give you temporary vertigo. Head to the back of the gardens or alternatively follow the sound of screams securely whizzing around the air.
With all this and a belly full of food there's probably another thing you want to do while you're at the garden (if you haven't already), and that's to drink of course. There's no shortage of drink options (not good for me).
Every night at the Garden of Unearthly Delights is a party. Good thing it goes for a whole month.
See you around.