When I first thought of writing this post, I wanted to write something poetic, but after ten minutes of unsuccessful brainstorming, I came to the realization that I really cannot think of anything philosophical, poetic or inspirational at all.
I don’t know why, maybe my wise-ness has gone on vacation, or maybe I’m just not in the mood for it. Either way, the fact that I’m not Gandalf the wise still stands, and I will most certainly not produce anything worth hyping up for. I have to figure out a new strategy for this post, and I think I’ll have to work it out as we go.
The thing is that nothing exciting happened today, so it would’ve been a better idea to write some wise and thoughtful. But I guess life doesn’t always go as you want it to. Almost everyone except those who had watch went to Isle of Wight to do the assignment in Physical Education, aka to hike. But as only the dead fish follows the stream, Fabian, Viggo and I decided to go to Isle of Wight tomorrow instead. So off we went to explore the city of Portsmouth. We walked along the coast until we turned north heading towards the infamous Albert Road. Everyone who’s been to Portsmouth knows what Albert Road is. For those of you who haven’t been to Portsmouth, Albert Road is kind of a hipster street, full of second hand stores, antique stores, tattoo studios, cozy cafés and vinyl shops. To be honest, it’s not quite as awesome as it sounds. I mean we have gone to Albert Road every spare time we’ve got, and after a while it lost its glam. Anyhow, after we had crossed a few antique stores, vinyl shops and bookshops of the list, we went to eat English breakfast. Or, they did, I realized that I’ve spent way too much money on food lately, so I watched them eat it. The diner had American inspired interior, which was confusing mostly because the food was just as British as it possibly could be.
Afterwards we went to the Portsmouth Natural History Museum, which we thought would be a blast. One word. Disappointed. But I won’t go too harsh on them, at least they had a dinosaur, some bees and a stuffed bulldog. We went to a café close to a swan lake, and newsflash: I bought a salted caramel ice cream. It was a really great ice cream. Like really great. And it was worth every single penny. Money and I have kind of a love-hate relationship. I love to spend money but hate to have spent it. If that even makes any sense. Anyhow, after we spent money on getting fat we went to have siesta in a second hand sofa store. Ultimately, we decided it was time to head back to Gunilla, mostly because we were tired, but also because we had to get back in time for the shanties.
I’ve had a great day, with great company. We’ve walked a whole lot, around 12 km, which at least seems like a lot when you’re as tired and exhausted as we were. Well oh well, I think it’s time for me to sign off, and call it a day. I’ll save my Gandalf talk until next time.