The Brighton Beach Hotel
Travel Blogs from Brighton
... then Julie came along and bet their rock stacking record which won her an
ice cream (16 rocks stacked on top of each other in case you were wondering). We
all got ice creams and headed back after a big day at the beach. Who would have
thought that 18 degrees was hot, you could sunbake in a thermal, and rock
castles instead of sand castles counts as beach fun. How things have changed.
Next week Nick will be writing from the city of de love.
... the 11
o'clock fireworks we just headed for the closest pub and had a quiet drink
before heading back out just before midnight to bring the new year in with the
final set of fireworks, which were really impressive with the castle as the
back drop. We didn't have a bad night, it just didn't live up to the hype
surrounding the event - no doubt it would've been more enjoyable if we weren't under
the weather and if there were some bands playing that we liked, ...
And so, eventually we landed in Gatwick and stepped right into the 1960s. I had never been to Gatwick airport and so was previously unaware of the existence of a time portal which forced the main terminal to stay in 1965. After our virtually perfect European train experiences, our train into London was delayed for half an hour due to a signal failure north of Croydon, which was of little surprise to someone used to the British rail network. ...
... to the sea is that you get the feeling that you're walking around the beach in like the Gran Canarias or something, but it's so much colder! I don't think it's that cold, there are others that complain about the wheather. When I tell them that I don't it's that cold, they just say "yeah well, you're swedish!"
The party was okay. There weren't that many in the club in the beginning, and the music was SOO loud! The dj was playing some sort of reaggeton/latin music. Not my ...
... to the town for £53,000 in 1850.
Here endeth the history lesson..
We then headed off to Kingston, with trusty directions gained from google maps, written out by hand as there was no printer, we hit the road. Everything was going great, Kingston was in sight, well on the signboards. But, at a round about (England has many, many round abouts) we missed an exit by one taking the 5th instead of the 4th. The 5th still read A23, so we thought ...