Adelaide Airport is an impressive facility, but I wish someone had reminded the architect who designed the place that passengers waiting for check-in to open might be there because they don’t have much choice in the matter.
If they were, they might appreciate something to sit on.
Once we’d separated ourselves from the luggage there wasn’t a great deal to do that didn’t involve enjoying the view across to the Adelaide Hills from the Coopers’ Ale House and a snack before the boarding call.
Once aboard, I immersed myself in The Patience of the Spider and, some three hours later, back on terra firma once we’d reclaimed the belongings, it was time to see about a shuttle from the airport to the unit.
It wasn’t the speediest of transfers, but once we were back where the Adelaide leg of the trip effectively started there wasn’t a great deal to do until the time came to resume the northward journey two days later.