We break up the car-plane-car-ferry-car commute to Kangaroo Island with a delicious overnighter in Adelaide. Or ‘Radelaide’, as the locals say.
Are there more kangaroos here than people? There’s at least six of ’em lazing out just over the fence in the backyard on a picture-perfect winter’s day: the skies are sapphire, the sun is warming and the outlook is olive green the way only the Australian bush can be.
It’s a little state with a great, big heart. As soon as our sneakers hit the airport tarmac, we find our Tasmanian zen.
THIS VIEW. It’s bedazzled my Instagram feed more than once.
At altitude, it’s just a tiny dot. But at sea level, it’s an island world of its own.