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The next days we mainly spent in bed (not what you think, you pervs, we watched Youtube videos...among other things) and visited Kingston and Surbiton. In Kingston, my man was very happy because there is this food market on the market square and he decided a full half an hour to decide what he should eat (he chose burger and chips in the end, and so did I). It got really exciting when we went to Brighton on Monday on the bus. Thank the lord it wasn’t such a journey like to Edinburgh, but a solid two and a half hours, and this time we got the seats with some extra room for our feet, too! (Only now the toilet door was broken and banged every two seconds, which was even more annoying than being squeezed into a seat, I am just not lucky with these buses). Brighton is a lovely city and the pier is pretty cool. We stayed in the Britannia Study Hotel, which was very comfortable. We had a double room and A SHOWER (it’s so funny, normally people freak out when their hotel bathroom has a bathtub and for me it’s vice versa). I went for a shower about three times a day and just couldn’t get enough. Anyway, after we had rested in the hotel room for an hour or two, we went to see the Sea Life in Brighton and it was not lame. No, seriously, whenever you go to these sea life houses, they turn out to be disappointing. So far, I have been in Vienna, Dublin and London and you get to see lame, boring fish the size of your little toe and probably one halfway cool-sized crab and that is it. Brighton was pretty cool compared to the others. Besides the boring tiny-sized fish, they also had an aquarium through which a glass corridor led and you could watch all the fish and turtles swim over you. There were two gigantic turtles, sharks and huge rays. The best thing about the aquarium, however, was that my man was so excited about it. I felt like a mother taking her little son. He ran from one aquarium to another shouting “Look, that’s cool” and “wow, check this out”, and “have you seen this? No, look at it, come on, look at it, look at it” (YES, I AM LOOKING AT IT!). There was also a huge crab which my man liked best that was moulting at the moment (yes, right, I thought the same thing: crabs can moult?!?!?!) and lacked some legs that would regrow soon. My man spent nearly half an hour standing, watching the crab in awe (I mean, it was really cool, it did…well, nothing but sit there). Here is one thing I have to say about myself and the sea. I hate it. No, I don’t, but I don’t like swimming in it and, above all, I hate seagulls. I don’t know which idiotic people romanticise them and you hear them coo “Oh, look, seagulls, how wonderful”. Why wonderful? They are dumb, huge, bold birds who make pornographic sounds as if two people were having it off. Furthermore, when my man and I were in Eastbourne two summers ago, we were attacked by one of these beasts and it snatched away our lunch. I hate them, hate them, hate them (was that clear enough?). The first day I spent with my hoodie drawn over my head so that they couldn’t shit on me (my biggest fear, by the way, and as my man was shit on by birds twice, standing next to him is probably not a good idea for a bird-phobic, or, to sound academic, someone who has ornithophobia). In the evening we went to a burger restaurant to eat and we ate very well. I had a Ceasar salad and my man a big fat burger. Afterwards we had drinks and discussed some serious stuff (the role of women, inequality, religion, politics, humour, whether we should order dessert, the refugee crisis, a man’s need to permanently prove himself, where the toilets are, why women don’t need to prove themselves because they can create life, why women are generally better than men, whether women really are generally better than men, why there is such a competition between the sexes, etc…). In short, we had a lovely evening. |
AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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