Right, so Manchester is already one of the coolest cities I have ever been to, and I’ve been here for less than 2 hours.
I know I have said before that this is not a travel blog and I will not be one of those people that posts about how amazing there coffee is, or how brushing their teeth next to someone passed out drunk from the night before is one of “the most exciting experiences of their life!” (Something I have actually overheard a human being say.)
But I think this post is the exception.
Due to my workplace being closed for two weeks, I have spent that time city hoping. I started off in London and got to visit two very close friends, one of which I hadn’t seen in almost two years, and the other I used to work with. Both girls reminded me how lucky I have been over the past few years to meet such incredible people both at home and away. London however, was very much so just London. I felt like I needed a shower as soon as I left, and the gaping hole made in my bank account from only one night reminded me of how I was not created to live in cities (if you can call London a city and not just a whole separate world completely.)
That was closely followed by a visit to Liverpool, a city I have been to before and loved. Not much is to be said for Liverpool other than, go there, and figure out for yourself whether you like it or not. I think it’s a city you need to experience for yourself, but also with friends. Do not go alone, I repeat, do not go alone.
Or do go alone, and find out exactly why I’m saying don’t go alone, and let me tell you, you will find out.
Now, the past 3 nights of my little mini trip have been spent in York, which was basically a fairy tale for me. I have been wanting to go to York since I landed in the UK, I attempted to move there, not once, but twice. I don’t know if you can call looking at jobs and flats really “attempting to move” but that’s what I call it. York is amazing, if you’re into the whole cobblestone, old houses, massive Gothic Minstrels, cute cafes, old bars, and real life Harry Potter then York is for you! I would go back there in an instant, solely to get lost in the streets again, which I managed to do for probably at least 6 hours of my time there.
They also have this cafe close to Cliffords Tower called The Nook where I spend a hefty majority of my time, and there was a lovely man there who pointed me in the right direction for pubs and other nice cafe’s.
There are few cities or towns that I have been to that instantly caught my heart. They include Jasper, Edinburgh, and now Manchester.
Jasper, because of it’s beauty (read my 2nd post written),
Edinburgh because I managed to have the best pulled pork sandwich ever, and because I was not bored, for one minute. Also because I took this awesome pub crawl and the lady walked me home and bought me Oreo’s on the way.
I cannot stress enough that I have literally now been here for two and a half hours, only walked down 3 streets, taken a wrong turn, checked into my hostel and came to this cafe called Fig+Sparrow and written this mediocre, pointless post.
If you’re ever in Manchester and want a good coffee and overpriced sandwich, come here.
I don’t know why I love this place already, and I am going to spend the next three days figuring it out, but I already know it will hold no disappointments.
If I could tell you why I fall in love with people, places and things so quickly, I would be able to tell you exactly what makes me tick and probably why I hate starbucks, but I can’t, so I won’t even attempt to, it’s just one of my things.
I have an idea though, and it could be the abundance of street art, the fact that everyone here looks like they also write shitty blogs and think they’ll be on T.V. one day, or maybe it’s because this is the last stop on my trip and I’m only getting more and more excited to go back up to Ullapool… (Never thought I would say those words).
But anyways, that’s the end of this shit. Hope you enjoyed reading about nothing, and there will be another post soon, hopefully one with a bit more meaning and content. Maybe I wrote this one to convince myself and you, the reader, that I am doing this again and that even writing something that’s shit, is still writing something, which is better than writing nothing!