A friend of mine gave me present today. Well, I was supposed to get it yesterday but the one night that I go out out of a month worth of nights, he chose the night that I was out, so I could only get it today. Long story short, the present is a Hermann Friendship Cake.
You are probably hearing this for the first time too. It is a nice idea though, I kinda like it. So with the cake, comes a sheet with instructions. It says, in first person, that this is a sourdough cake, I have no idea what other dough type of cakes there are since I have no idea about cakes. I just eat them. So Hermann the German cake says it will die if I put it in the fridge and if it stops bubbling, it's dead. The quest is on.
It takes 10 days to make this cake and in 2 of those days you add stuff into the cake, on day nine there's so much dough that you divide it into 4 and give it to 3 of your friends and you eat the rest.
So we shall see, Shim says it was quite tasty, I'll let you know how it turns out, if it can turn out since there were no bubbles on it, hopefully it's still alive..
Lets go!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
First church experience, still an atheist
People who know me probably also know that I'm an atheist/deist (comes and goes). That of course means I'm really curious about religion so I finally spared time and did something that I wanted to do for a long time, attending a Sunday service!
I've been to many churches all around the world, even been inside the living quarters where the brothers and priests live and had a party once. But I had never been to a church to attend a service or mass. Once I went through a church during mass, but wasn't there from beginning to end so that doesn't count either (neither do movies). So I had to!
The coward that I am, I didn't want to go all by myself and be cursed till eternity because of my atheism. So I contacted the only person whom I knew was religious and asked him if he went to mass on Sundays. He said that he goes to a more progressive church which does not have mass, but has a service (I have no idea if these are the same thing actually, semantics) and I was welcome any time I wanted to go. And so we went. My friend goes to St. Peter's Church, which is quite a big church in central Brighton. It's actually right between Old Steine and The Level where you read about me getting lost with my bike all the time.
Personally, I'm going through a very rough time at the moment, struggling to find something to hold on to and help me get through things. So while looking around, seeing these people, praying, singing, worshiping.. For a second I tried to feel what they were feeling. It must be a great feeling to let go, to believe in something more powerful than yourself who's in control. To be filled with love and power that comes from believing in something. I knew the feeling because I found it in other things in life. Love, music, sex, sports.. To be around people that thought and felt like you, I kinda understood the community feeling the people around me felt (which always to me seemed like the only reason to turn to religion), and envied it a little, but when you come to think of it, it is sad that it is for something so empty. I like it when churches do good deeds, which they do a lot, but all the energy, time and money they spend on things like praying, worshiping and other things could be used towards so many other and better things.. Well, at least, I'm glad that it helps them on a personal level and helps them get through life, even though it's all false and make believe. Of course, for me. Not for them, so all is fine, everyone is happy.
I've been to many churches all around the world, even been inside the living quarters where the brothers and priests live and had a party once. But I had never been to a church to attend a service or mass. Once I went through a church during mass, but wasn't there from beginning to end so that doesn't count either (neither do movies). So I had to!
The coward that I am, I didn't want to go all by myself and be cursed till eternity because of my atheism. So I contacted the only person whom I knew was religious and asked him if he went to mass on Sundays. He said that he goes to a more progressive church which does not have mass, but has a service (I have no idea if these are the same thing actually, semantics) and I was welcome any time I wanted to go. And so we went. My friend goes to St. Peter's Church, which is quite a big church in central Brighton. It's actually right between Old Steine and The Level where you read about me getting lost with my bike all the time.
Well, I know my way around now so we met in front of the church at 6:30pm and went in for the service, minute one, surprise one. When we got close to the door, I could hear music from inside the church which I assumed to be an organ, but the second we opened the door I heard rock music. Alternative rock with some post-rockish themes which was quite to my liking. But wait, we were in a church, during service. What the hell (hehe)? First signs of 'progressive' was showing. I later learned that this was quite a normal sight in Church of England churches.
So we walked in, found a place right in the middle of the hall, I realised that there were no seats, we were going to sit on the floor on pillows, well I don't if they're called pillows, small rectangle pillows to sit on, not that comfy. Behind us were a set of chairs which were generally occupied by somewhat more older people even though there were some younger faces too, I guess they just didn't want to be in the crowd. It was like a small concert hall with nice music, youngsters singing along (the lyrics were projected on stage).
This all felt very strange, where were the guys in costumes speaking in Latin, carrying smokey things and giving you a piece of Christ's flesh and blood? Where were the altar boys, wait, where was the altar? All I could see was a huge sign that read LOVE. Strange.
So while we listened, I took a minute to observe the church since I was in it for the first time. Sadly the church is under construction so I could only see a very small part of it. The ceiling had lots of symbols on it which from my observations I made them out to be symbols of guilds, but who knows, didn't ask. The rest was all quite church like features, nothing special. It's quite a nice church as usual.
So the music went on for a while, nice music with super cheesy lyrics, you probably can guess what it was all about so I'm not even going to make fun of it. After the music a young man I made out to be in his late 20's (much older I later realised) in jeans and a shirt took the stage. Turns out he was the vicar (as Prosident told me later on, I had never heard the term before), meaning he was the boss (right?). Where was his suit god damn it! What kind of a church was this?
He told us how they came to Brighton, to this church, couple of years back when it was falling apart (a little google search tells me that it was shut down in 2007 and re-opened in 2009), how they restored it, and where still working on it (quite noticeably). He talked about the programs and camps they had, and gave the stage to someone to do the days talk. I can't remember her name sadly (anyone surprised?), but the scripture she wanted us to open was Romans. Romans is interesting because it's one of the few scriptures that actually talks about homosexuality, so for a second I got excited, we were in Brighton, this was a progressive church, would they talk about it? Sadly no, she talked about other verses. In general I found the speech not so good but it was clear that the speaker was quite inexperienced, she told us that it was her first time so for a first time speaker, I can give her a passing grade. But nothing too exciting.
One thing that I noticed was that when she asked us to open our bibles, most people in the crowd took out there iPhone's and read the bible from their bible apps. Weird. I did not like it, they had spare bibles around so I grabbed one of those. I was going to ask if I can take it to read it but decided not to push, wish I had since when I checked the bible prices at a book store today.. Man o man.. I thought people gave this thing out for free! Have to go to the library again now.
After the speech, Archie took stage again, talked about feeling the Lord and all that jazz and asked us to let Jesus in tonight. Since I never believed in Santa, I again started looking around, while people started 'the letting in' and praying, to observe the people around me. There were all kinds of people, very young to very old, rockers to punks to hiphoppers. It seemed a bit strange at first, some of the people I saw, I wouldn't look at on the street, but it gave me comfort to see that they have a connection to something greater than them.
Then the music started again, during prayer. I remembered when I saw Explosions in the Sky live (the music reminded me of them), and the things I felt during that concert, oh the power of post-rock. I kinda fell into the mood, let my feelings go for a bit. Then they started singing about the army of the Lord which pulled me back to reality quite quickly. Sad.
It was time to go. Prosident asked me how I found it, and I told him it was interesting, and that I could see myself visiting again. Which I'm planning to do, I do need a better seat next time though. Those pillows are not comfy.
I'm really glad that I saw this side of Christianity. I'm curious about other ways people follow this religion and will try to visit other churches to see their way of worshiping the flying spaghetti monster. Till then I will cherish the good memories of yesterday.
Experiencing life is always fun. Sadly though, I'm still an atheist, and yes, I eat babies..
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Lazy Fuckin' Bum
What a lazy fuckin' bum I am.. So many things I plan to write, keep postponing, then don't write..
I wanted to write about Planet India, a veggie Indian restaurant we went to for a friends birthday, I was actually leaving for this place at the end of this post, that's for how long I postponed writing it!
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Don't look at it from other angles, it's red.
I was also planning to write about how the English don't use salt for anything except fish&chips, which makes no sense at all. They don't have salt shakers on tables at restaurants which is something very weird for me but very normal for them, they put no salt in the food, then don't put it on the table either, how am I supposed to taste anything? I know that too much salt is unhealthy and Turkey is known for its overuse of salt but come on.. They put no salt (I call that no salt) in pasta, I mean come on.. The pasta tastes like water people.. A little bit of salt won't kill you Brits.. Get a grip..
Then there's the difference in language, specially slang words. People made fun of me because I said "I ran into xxx", they started running and hitting each other saying is this how you run into people. So I say "what do you guys use?". You want to know the answer? "You bump into someone.". How the fuck is that different, much more fun makeable (what a word that I just made up). Things on pulling things, girls or weeners, bum instead of ass, stuff like that. And no one says dude to each other, sad :(.
Of course the most important thing in Brighton for me is ultimate and I should write something on that. That I want to write so I'm not saying anything about it now. I did talk about it a bit here before so you can check that if you want, but more to come soon.
More to come soon hopefully.
I wanted to write about Planet India, a veggie Indian restaurant we went to for a friends birthday, I was actually leaving for this place at the end of this post, that's for how long I postponed writing it!
I was also planning to write about to always green traffic light, I had never seen it go red for pedestrians until a few days ago, I swore at myself for not writing about it, it's green even on google:
Don't look at it from other angles, it's red.
I was also planning to write about how the English don't use salt for anything except fish&chips, which makes no sense at all. They don't have salt shakers on tables at restaurants which is something very weird for me but very normal for them, they put no salt in the food, then don't put it on the table either, how am I supposed to taste anything? I know that too much salt is unhealthy and Turkey is known for its overuse of salt but come on.. They put no salt (I call that no salt) in pasta, I mean come on.. The pasta tastes like water people.. A little bit of salt won't kill you Brits.. Get a grip..
Then there's the difference in language, specially slang words. People made fun of me because I said "I ran into xxx", they started running and hitting each other saying is this how you run into people. So I say "what do you guys use?". You want to know the answer? "You bump into someone.". How the fuck is that different, much more fun makeable (what a word that I just made up). Things on pulling things, girls or weeners, bum instead of ass, stuff like that. And no one says dude to each other, sad :(.
Of course the most important thing in Brighton for me is ultimate and I should write something on that. That I want to write so I'm not saying anything about it now. I did talk about it a bit here before so you can check that if you want, but more to come soon.
More to come soon hopefully.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Cycling part 2
Continuing from part one with no brakes, directly into heavy traffic. Do not proceed before reading part one!
Problem no 2, which really surprised me, is the disrespect of people to the cycling lanes. For some reason I had thought that people in Europe would be more respectful, they are better than many places but still, cycling lanes are full of cars, obstacles and sometimes people. And since this is not Amsterdam where cyclists are the king of the jungle, the going gets tough sometimes, specially when you have to drive into the road without a helmet. Maybe I should do something like this too:
The other thing I noticed after a while (I even noticed this last night) is that distances seem much longer when you take a bus or drive a car since you have to go around the Old Steine area. Once you decide to cycle or walk, you realise that it takes very little time to get around in central Brighton. Furthest place you would want to go is a 20-25 minute walk, 10 minute bike ride at most. I always took a bus to a friends house since I had thought it was very far, one day they asked me why I didn't just walk back, so I tried to give it a go and it took me 5 minutes to get back. Never looked back after that day.
On a related note, it takes me the same amount of time to get to campus with a bike and a bus. Sometimes the bikes are even faster. I've talked about how slow the buses are before and this does not include the time you wait for them, which I have record high times like 20 minute waits, which is rare but happens. Also include the 8 pounds weekly cost or 2,5 (this is the bus to campus, other buses are more expensive).
Even though using a bike saves a lot expenses, they are not cheap. Specially as you start getting into it, you start needing equipment, like gloves, suitable coats, helmet, other small gear etc.. And most importantly the bike itself. There's a reason why cheap bikes are cheap, I understood that a few days after I bought the bike. It asks for a lot of effort and gives back very little, but still, good workout for me.
So, I have started using my bike for transport, it's still not my main mode of transport but we're getting there, once the weather gets better I will start using it more. It hasn't made its money back yet but it's getting close. I'm very happy that I bought it and are using it so we'll see what happens next. I'll keep you posted.
Here's a parting gift for you:
Problem no 2, which really surprised me, is the disrespect of people to the cycling lanes. For some reason I had thought that people in Europe would be more respectful, they are better than many places but still, cycling lanes are full of cars, obstacles and sometimes people. And since this is not Amsterdam where cyclists are the king of the jungle, the going gets tough sometimes, specially when you have to drive into the road without a helmet. Maybe I should do something like this too:
The other thing I noticed after a while (I even noticed this last night) is that distances seem much longer when you take a bus or drive a car since you have to go around the Old Steine area. Once you decide to cycle or walk, you realise that it takes very little time to get around in central Brighton. Furthest place you would want to go is a 20-25 minute walk, 10 minute bike ride at most. I always took a bus to a friends house since I had thought it was very far, one day they asked me why I didn't just walk back, so I tried to give it a go and it took me 5 minutes to get back. Never looked back after that day.
On a related note, it takes me the same amount of time to get to campus with a bike and a bus. Sometimes the bikes are even faster. I've talked about how slow the buses are before and this does not include the time you wait for them, which I have record high times like 20 minute waits, which is rare but happens. Also include the 8 pounds weekly cost or 2,5 (this is the bus to campus, other buses are more expensive).
Even though using a bike saves a lot expenses, they are not cheap. Specially as you start getting into it, you start needing equipment, like gloves, suitable coats, helmet, other small gear etc.. And most importantly the bike itself. There's a reason why cheap bikes are cheap, I understood that a few days after I bought the bike. It asks for a lot of effort and gives back very little, but still, good workout for me.
So, I have started using my bike for transport, it's still not my main mode of transport but we're getting there, once the weather gets better I will start using it more. It hasn't made its money back yet but it's getting close. I'm very happy that I bought it and are using it so we'll see what happens next. I'll keep you posted.
Here's a parting gift for you:
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Cycling
I had always promised myself that if one day I move to Europe, I will start cycling. The reason for waiting for Europe was that Europe is generally flat(ter), Istanbul is also known as the city with 7 hills and trust me, there are more than 7 hills in that city. I know cyclists love that but as a beginner, I wasn't ready for it (which I learned here to be true).
So before I moved here I asked for some tips from my cyclist friends on what to look for in a bike (a second hand one), disregarded everything they said and bought the cheapest bike I could find. But before that, let's talk about bikes a little.
As a kid I cycled a lot (in Cyprus that is, since I'm a Cypriot). In my grandmothers neighborhood everyone had a bike and we would cycle all day just for fun. I realised this later on that we rarely cycled for transport. It would take me 10-15 minutes to cycle from my grandmothers house to ours but it's weird that I have never cycled that distance. It's because cycling is not considered as a vehicle for transport in Turkey or Turkish Cyprus. Istanbul with a population of 20 million and a total area of 5,343 square kilometers, has 2km of bicycle roads which are populated by pedestrians, cyclist are harassed (physically being pushed or talked down on while they are cycling) and as I've said before, the city has shitloads of hills which only seems to bother me since every cyclist I tell this to loves it.
So as a kid, I never considered cycling as a way of transport and even though I use for transport now, it still seems a bit odd of a concept, but I'm getting there!
So, where were we? I wasn't sure if I was going to use the bike enough since I'm quite a lazy person in general. I found a second hand bike shop, was willing to pay around 60 70 pounds for a bike which I know is quite high, but a friend of mine bought two cheap bikes which became unusable in a week and she couldn't sell them back, so I was willing to pay a little bit more and just play safe. So the cheapest usable bike I could find was for 40 pounds, together with lights, a lock and a new seat it cost me 70 pounds. Yes I still don't have a helmet but hopefully I will get one soon.
The hardest thing to get used to at first was my way around Old Stein to The Level then up Lewes road to campus. Here's an image:
The straight arrow that you see is not so straight when you're trying to cycle or drive. Just zoom in on this and check the arrows. So yes, this part was my biggest problem which I managed to figure out after a week so I cycle happily now is what I want to say but alas, then came the bigger problems.
Problem no 1 is my physical unfitness for cycling. The first thing one notices is ones quads. I always thought I had OK quads since they felt like bricks when I contracted them, turns out it was all just a dream. The pain that struck while I'm cycling was at first interesting. The thing that was more interesting was that I could always push them a little bit more, they held in there, I haven't had sore quads since I've started cycling even though they get tired. I can feel them getting stronger, the ride to practice which is mostly uphill is getting easier and easier and the ride to school doesn't make me sweat anymore (hmm, is it because it's -1 degrees outside?). My unfitness is becoming less and less of a problem and more and more of a benefit since even when playing ultimate, my quads are generally the first part of my body to give up after a hard day, interesting why I never questioned their weakness before. I might have some denial problems..
I realised that I still have lots to say, so I'm dividing this into two parts too (tootwotoototot). I want to keep the posts on this blog short so maybe that's a better idea right? I'm off to a friends birthday party with me bike now, see you guys later.
Tune back for things like problem no 2, how does it compare in transport time of the famous Brighton Buses, additional costs and is it really worth all the trouble? Does this count as a cliffhanger?
So before I moved here I asked for some tips from my cyclist friends on what to look for in a bike (a second hand one), disregarded everything they said and bought the cheapest bike I could find. But before that, let's talk about bikes a little.
As a kid I cycled a lot (in Cyprus that is, since I'm a Cypriot). In my grandmothers neighborhood everyone had a bike and we would cycle all day just for fun. I realised this later on that we rarely cycled for transport. It would take me 10-15 minutes to cycle from my grandmothers house to ours but it's weird that I have never cycled that distance. It's because cycling is not considered as a vehicle for transport in Turkey or Turkish Cyprus. Istanbul with a population of 20 million and a total area of 5,343 square kilometers, has 2km of bicycle roads which are populated by pedestrians, cyclist are harassed (physically being pushed or talked down on while they are cycling) and as I've said before, the city has shitloads of hills which only seems to bother me since every cyclist I tell this to loves it.
So as a kid, I never considered cycling as a way of transport and even though I use for transport now, it still seems a bit odd of a concept, but I'm getting there!
So, where were we? I wasn't sure if I was going to use the bike enough since I'm quite a lazy person in general. I found a second hand bike shop, was willing to pay around 60 70 pounds for a bike which I know is quite high, but a friend of mine bought two cheap bikes which became unusable in a week and she couldn't sell them back, so I was willing to pay a little bit more and just play safe. So the cheapest usable bike I could find was for 40 pounds, together with lights, a lock and a new seat it cost me 70 pounds. Yes I still don't have a helmet but hopefully I will get one soon.
The hardest thing to get used to at first was my way around Old Stein to The Level then up Lewes road to campus. Here's an image:
Problem no 1 is my physical unfitness for cycling. The first thing one notices is ones quads. I always thought I had OK quads since they felt like bricks when I contracted them, turns out it was all just a dream. The pain that struck while I'm cycling was at first interesting. The thing that was more interesting was that I could always push them a little bit more, they held in there, I haven't had sore quads since I've started cycling even though they get tired. I can feel them getting stronger, the ride to practice which is mostly uphill is getting easier and easier and the ride to school doesn't make me sweat anymore (hmm, is it because it's -1 degrees outside?). My unfitness is becoming less and less of a problem and more and more of a benefit since even when playing ultimate, my quads are generally the first part of my body to give up after a hard day, interesting why I never questioned their weakness before. I might have some denial problems..
I realised that I still have lots to say, so I'm dividing this into two parts too (tootwotoototot). I want to keep the posts on this blog short so maybe that's a better idea right? I'm off to a friends birthday party with me bike now, see you guys later.
Tune back for things like problem no 2, how does it compare in transport time of the famous Brighton Buses, additional costs and is it really worth all the trouble? Does this count as a cliffhanger?
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Buses buses buses p2
More on buses! Here it comes.
Well, I have used a lot of buses since I've been here. So on the previous post I generally talked about the look of the buses around Brighton, in this post I will talk about how they run.
First and foremost the most annoying part: You can only get on or off a bus at a stop. Now, for you Europeans this might sound normal. But in İstanbul most drivers, depending on how frequent the bus is and if you are not in traffic, would stop anywhere near bus stops to let you on which is an amazing thing. Drivers here don't let me on while they're waiting for a green light literally 5 metres away from the bus stop. I know it's about insurance and stuff but they give you such a weird look that I almost got into fights with two different drivers. Now I don't even go for the buses waiting the red light.. Sad..
OK, now a positive point, they don't let people on the bus if it gets too crowded. Amazing!! It's exactly the opposite in İstanbul, I might have a lot of illegitimate children because of those crowded bus rides (I hope you get the joke but I seriously doubt it). Here they stop it at a level that makes sense. Kudos for that drivers.
One more thing that I don't like and can be improved is the payment of the bus fare. Stupidly everyone pays the driver, which takes so much unnecessary time.. What's even more annoying is that they have the utilities for payment with cards but they're only active for students (doesn't include higher education students) and seniors. I'm hoping it will spread to everyone so that the trips will take half the time. I'm no exaggerating, it sometimes takes 3-4 minutes for a bus to move from a stop. Such a big waste of time.
Seriously, the bus takes 25-30 minutes from where I live to uni if there's no traffic and a lot of people getting on, this does not include the waiting time for the bus. It takes me 25 minutes with my bike to go the same distance and it's a very, very shitty bike. So you can guess.
OK, one more thing and then I go, back in the day, I always said that if you say thank you to your doctor, you should also say thank you to the bus driver. Well whadaya know, most people do that in Brighton. I think it's a really good thing that just puts a person (both the driver and you) in a good mood. Kudos to everyone.
Well, I think that's all I have for buses. I'll let you know if I notice anything new.
See you all soon!
Well, I have used a lot of buses since I've been here. So on the previous post I generally talked about the look of the buses around Brighton, in this post I will talk about how they run.
First and foremost the most annoying part: You can only get on or off a bus at a stop. Now, for you Europeans this might sound normal. But in İstanbul most drivers, depending on how frequent the bus is and if you are not in traffic, would stop anywhere near bus stops to let you on which is an amazing thing. Drivers here don't let me on while they're waiting for a green light literally 5 metres away from the bus stop. I know it's about insurance and stuff but they give you such a weird look that I almost got into fights with two different drivers. Now I don't even go for the buses waiting the red light.. Sad..
OK, now a positive point, they don't let people on the bus if it gets too crowded. Amazing!! It's exactly the opposite in İstanbul, I might have a lot of illegitimate children because of those crowded bus rides (I hope you get the joke but I seriously doubt it). Here they stop it at a level that makes sense. Kudos for that drivers.
One more thing that I don't like and can be improved is the payment of the bus fare. Stupidly everyone pays the driver, which takes so much unnecessary time.. What's even more annoying is that they have the utilities for payment with cards but they're only active for students (doesn't include higher education students) and seniors. I'm hoping it will spread to everyone so that the trips will take half the time. I'm no exaggerating, it sometimes takes 3-4 minutes for a bus to move from a stop. Such a big waste of time.
Seriously, the bus takes 25-30 minutes from where I live to uni if there's no traffic and a lot of people getting on, this does not include the waiting time for the bus. It takes me 25 minutes with my bike to go the same distance and it's a very, very shitty bike. So you can guess.
OK, one more thing and then I go, back in the day, I always said that if you say thank you to your doctor, you should also say thank you to the bus driver. Well whadaya know, most people do that in Brighton. I think it's a really good thing that just puts a person (both the driver and you) in a good mood. Kudos to everyone.
Well, I think that's all I have for buses. I'll let you know if I notice anything new.
See you all soon!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
London Trip
I've been lazy about writing things but as of today, I've decided to be up to date so I had to cut the bus talk in to 2 parts since I wrote that part 2 weeks ago and didn't finish. Will finish soon.
I have been to London before multiple times, heck I was there a few months back visiting my sister. But I never visited London AFTER I had stayed in Brighton for more than a month, go figure. But yes, now I have. And have no fear citizens, I will talk about it.
I think I should tell this last but fuck it, here it goes, London sucks, Brighton rocks!
After tasting Brighton for more than a month, the second we got off the London train, I felt overwhelmed. Don't get me wrong, Istanbul is a more crowded and hectic city than London (not by a landslide but it is) and I am used to crowded cities. But after getting used to Brighton (you got used to it in a month after spending 8 years in Istanbul? Liar!!) London just seemed too crowded, too chaotic, too loud, too dark, too expensive and boring. My ticket, which I was late to buy and had to pay a bit more for it, cost me 6.75 where a day travel ticket in London is 7.30 (if you don't have Oyster, and this is not all zones). Fuckin' thieves..
I will admit, London is a beautiful city, it's just that after Brighton it seems like an old city. It's hard to describe the feeling with my close to shit English. In Brighton it's party time 7 days a week, fancy dress events every day (you might know this as costume parties, which I did not know at first and wondered why so many people wanted to dress formally), people getting drunk every night and everyone having fun and enjoying it, everyone a tid bit happier, everyone more relaxed, a bit like Amsterdam but better :). While as the scene in London always put me off a little bit.
I just realised that I won't be able to describe any of my feelings, what a great writer I am, I'm sure you learned tons! Well, that's what you get. I'm sure we will come back to this topic as I make more trips to London and as I write more about Brighton (so that you'll see why it's such a great city).
For now, thanks to my buddy and host the T-man for hosting us this weekend. All my man love goes to him.
Yes, I was extremely sleepy.
I have been to London before multiple times, heck I was there a few months back visiting my sister. But I never visited London AFTER I had stayed in Brighton for more than a month, go figure. But yes, now I have. And have no fear citizens, I will talk about it.
I think I should tell this last but fuck it, here it goes, London sucks, Brighton rocks!
After tasting Brighton for more than a month, the second we got off the London train, I felt overwhelmed. Don't get me wrong, Istanbul is a more crowded and hectic city than London (not by a landslide but it is) and I am used to crowded cities. But after getting used to Brighton (you got used to it in a month after spending 8 years in Istanbul? Liar!!) London just seemed too crowded, too chaotic, too loud, too dark, too expensive and boring. My ticket, which I was late to buy and had to pay a bit more for it, cost me 6.75 where a day travel ticket in London is 7.30 (if you don't have Oyster, and this is not all zones). Fuckin' thieves..
I will admit, London is a beautiful city, it's just that after Brighton it seems like an old city. It's hard to describe the feeling with my close to shit English. In Brighton it's party time 7 days a week, fancy dress events every day (you might know this as costume parties, which I did not know at first and wondered why so many people wanted to dress formally), people getting drunk every night and everyone having fun and enjoying it, everyone a tid bit happier, everyone more relaxed, a bit like Amsterdam but better :). While as the scene in London always put me off a little bit.
I just realised that I won't be able to describe any of my feelings, what a great writer I am, I'm sure you learned tons! Well, that's what you get. I'm sure we will come back to this topic as I make more trips to London and as I write more about Brighton (so that you'll see why it's such a great city).
For now, thanks to my buddy and host the T-man for hosting us this weekend. All my man love goes to him.
Yes, I was extremely sleepy.
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