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Day 10
... my return.
Back to reality in the central library, it's interesting to see how people in Sheffield are coping with the technological revolution. There's a steady stream of people, probably with no computer access at home, coming here to use the internet. Some of them ask the staff to assist them with various things. Can't help thinking about how lucky I've been over the years and all the help I've received to turn me into if not ...
Airports and aeroplanes
... my bag i discover that i've smuggled a banana in to the country! Me and James exchange a few funny stories via text which make me giggle and passes the time. I killed a few hours watching Cool runnings on my lap top and then more of my friends in the UK started to wake up so I made the most of the free wifi and chatted to people on Facebook. I haven't really slept since I was at home, in my bed, with Konrad. I miss him and have been seeing his ...
Day 9
... around Meadowhall - again. After my fairly unsuccessful outing on Friday, I decide to give it another try. I hate shopping at the best of times, and late-night shopping until 11 pm a couple of weeks before Christmas is not my idea of fun. The only bright spot of the entire evening is a brass band (maybe a former colliery band?) playing Christmas carols. Don't even like Christmas but they still manage to bring a lump to my throat.
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Days 7 and 8
... as ever. We then walk up Brocco Bank to what used to be a warren of student halls and flats, searching around in vain for Earnshaw Hall, where I lived in my first year. After consulting Google Maps, I see a pile of rubble where it used to be. Earnshaw, along with other nearby halls, was apparently pulled down in 2006 to make way for the new Endcliffe student village. All very modern and fabulous, I'm sure, but I can't help feeling sad.
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Day 6
... to Sheffield and it was chucking it down. Got the Supertram (Sheffield's an aspirational city - they have a Megabus too!) to Hillsborough and then navigated my way in the dark and the rain up the hill to my B+B. I'd forgotten that bit about Sheffield, the hills. With one large and one small rucksack, my heart was sending out an SOS by the time I found where I was staying, and the rain did no wonders either for the overall first impression I gave on arrival. My ...