First leg of the journey.
You can take the boy out of Wythenshawe but you can’t take the Wythenshawe out of the boy. I’m embracing everyone and everything that came into my life because without it wouldn’t be where and who I am today. Which is currently the guy sat at the back of the coach out of London, farting out last nights take away. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Few hours to Whitstable so I’ll start this and then pick it back up at some point. Plan is to go to a good ol British beach tomorrow, before I jet off to paradise.
Got to London Euston and alarms starting to ring, typical Wythenshawe lad I put my hands up and said “wasn’t me officer.” Turns out to be a power cut, they evacuated the whole station so I walked to kings Cross (luckily I’m familiar with these here southern parts.) Getting tired nowso I’ll rest my eyes and finish this later.
Coach took nearly 3 hours! But arrived in Whitstable in time for the sun set. First time I’ve seen it set in to the sea, won’t be the last during this trip I’m sure. Doesn’t matter where you are in the world the sun set is one of the most magical things you can experience. The colours are amazing.
Life’s a beach
So next day I went to Whitstable beach and treated my self to some battered sassuage, chips and curry sat outside the Neptune pub, only pub on a beach in the UK apparently? Wasn’t overly impressed with the chip shop though because the chippy guy microwaves the curry! Which is blasphemy, turned out it was still pretty nice. Again sausage solid 5/10, probably wasn’t worth breaking my pork detox ha. The sea was calm, the sun was out for a bit but it was a lil windy. Beautiful in it’s own right, this is the first of many beaches im going to be enjoying. Where the sea meets the earth and it makes you feel incredibly small.
Flying out today. Check you later..
Until next time, peace and love to all