Royal Albion Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Wireless internet connection in public areas
- High-speed internet in room
- Room service
TripAdvisor Reviews Royal Albion Hotel Broadstairs
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... warm wind so not unpleasant to walk. We arrived into Ramsgate at about 11.15. We went to look at a restaurant for lunch that had good write ups on Trip Advisor ( http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Restaurant _Review-g186314-d2269435-Reviews-Terrac e_Garden_Cafe-Ramsgate_Isle_of_Thanet_K ent_England.html ) and decided we wanted to eat there for lunch (lovely looking seafood salads and dishes), not quite ...
A day spent mainly travelling from home to Broadstairs. Had a relaxed start getting packed up and ready and set off from home just before 10.00. A steady trip down the A1 with no major hold ups or serious traffic, stopped for our pack-up lunch near Cambridge. Even the M25 was clear - over the Dartford Bridge (with no toll booths!).
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... form or another... for now. That is already enough about my work. Dorette is a secondary school maths teacher and she is excellent at her job.
I am not particularly politically engaged, but I consider myself to be of a liberal persuasion. I am not religious.
Politically the world is as ****** up as ever. We are just coming out of a word wide recession in which the best anyone can really say is that they weathered the storm. In the ...
... to leave Bruges.
Booked onto the 1605 ferry from Calais, we had time to mooch, do a spot of shopping... and anything else which took our fancy.
The Lace Hotel was not just well placed for exploring the city itself, but also for the car park.
Quite a few people had not believed Jim's firm instructions on entering the city, which had said "into underpass, then right into the huge underground car park" which meant they ended up missing ...
... for parking. I spun on my hell and ran up the steps to go back into the gift shop. Disaster struck! SPLAT! SMASH! OOF! The toe of my sandal caught the top step and I went flying.. I hit the very old, very hard slate floor, knocking the wind out of myself and....horrors....smashing the bottle of ginger wine which then soaked me. I smelled like a tavern! Dazed, I lay there trying to catch my breath. The people who worked there were lovely. Then I became aware that my left arm was ...