little red devils..
Came back from manchester las night. Woke up at an ungodly hour of 445, struggling to find the shower door, and rushed off for the early morning train at 610. It was freezing, around 1-2 degrees walking in the ice wind.
Got onto the train. Tried to sleep, but failed miserably. Kept getting woken up by my sleeping position and the jerking of the train, followed by announcements to what station i was at.
Finally, reaching manchester victoria station.
Funny thing about that place was the weather. It was freezing! Much much worse then newcastle. I was waiting for the tram and thou i had a scarf, a jacket i was still shivering uncontrollably in the cold.
upon arriving i had no time for sightseeing, was on the first train to manchester victoria station, then taking a tram to manhester piccadilly station followed by the express train to manchester airport. All this was to collect my airplane tickets. Sigh. What to do when you don't possess a visa or mastercard. I had to report to the counter and pay for them in cash. But at least it's finally confirmed. Loved the airport thou. It felt like a space ship, with 3 mother ships and tunnels connecting them in a triangle. No way as big as ours thou. One thing i hated about this place was the lack of dustbins. I mean, here i am already finished my cup of coffee and walking around to find a dustbin, not finding one, i actually told myself i find one no matter what.
So walking back to the airport train station, not a single trash bin. On the train, nothing. At manchester piccadilly station. Nothing. WTF!!!!!. FINALLY found one at the central bus stop station where the trash was overflowing and i could not squeese my cup into the bin so my cup fell to the ground anyway..knn..
After, I rushed from the airport to visit my uncle at his place. Amazingly the train ticket to the airport is cheaper then a normal bus ride. I spent a total of 10 pounds jus running around places with public transport. Damn pissed la. Some more just paid for my ticket, so broke, and public still so ex. Reached his place to have lunch. Chicken rice. Damn shoik. Fixed his com, i played cars with my cousin a bit before going back to central city.
Reaching back at Manchester city, i walked around the largest mall, nothing interesting, picked up a flyer and realised there were 4 christmas markets around. Headed there, had a steak burger, a german bretwurst, some hot coco cuz it was FREEZING!!. There was nothing interesting, jus cloths and a couple of shops selling chocolate and pure honey.
Finally took the last train back at 740. Had to change at York station before proceeding to newcastle. Landed here, met my society friends by accident along the way back.
Next trip, Liverpool. Land of the most distinguished Football club in England.That'll happen in Feb.
Can't wait to be back with you.
Got onto the train. Tried to sleep, but failed miserably. Kept getting woken up by my sleeping position and the jerking of the train, followed by announcements to what station i was at.
Finally, reaching manchester victoria station.
Funny thing about that place was the weather. It was freezing! Much much worse then newcastle. I was waiting for the tram and thou i had a scarf, a jacket i was still shivering uncontrollably in the cold.
upon arriving i had no time for sightseeing, was on the first train to manchester victoria station, then taking a tram to manhester piccadilly station followed by the express train to manchester airport. All this was to collect my airplane tickets. Sigh. What to do when you don't possess a visa or mastercard. I had to report to the counter and pay for them in cash. But at least it's finally confirmed. Loved the airport thou. It felt like a space ship, with 3 mother ships and tunnels connecting them in a triangle. No way as big as ours thou. One thing i hated about this place was the lack of dustbins. I mean, here i am already finished my cup of coffee and walking around to find a dustbin, not finding one, i actually told myself i find one no matter what.
So walking back to the airport train station, not a single trash bin. On the train, nothing. At manchester piccadilly station. Nothing. WTF!!!!!. FINALLY found one at the central bus stop station where the trash was overflowing and i could not squeese my cup into the bin so my cup fell to the ground anyway..knn..
After, I rushed from the airport to visit my uncle at his place. Amazingly the train ticket to the airport is cheaper then a normal bus ride. I spent a total of 10 pounds jus running around places with public transport. Damn pissed la. Some more just paid for my ticket, so broke, and public still so ex. Reached his place to have lunch. Chicken rice. Damn shoik. Fixed his com, i played cars with my cousin a bit before going back to central city.
Reaching back at Manchester city, i walked around the largest mall, nothing interesting, picked up a flyer and realised there were 4 christmas markets around. Headed there, had a steak burger, a german bretwurst, some hot coco cuz it was FREEZING!!. There was nothing interesting, jus cloths and a couple of shops selling chocolate and pure honey.
Finally took the last train back at 740. Had to change at York station before proceeding to newcastle. Landed here, met my society friends by accident along the way back.
Next trip, Liverpool. Land of the most distinguished Football club in England.That'll happen in Feb.
Can't wait to be back with you.
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