Happy Valentine's Bristol (1)

It is another dreary day in England. I’m heading back to London now to meet up with my brother, Leif, after spending the long weekend in Bristol. Because it was last minute and I didn’t really have time to set up a couch, I stayed at the 007 Traveller’s Hostel in Bedminster, about a 15 minute walk from City Centre. I also figured the hostel would be a good way to meet some fellow travelers with whom to explore the city. It was also my very first hostel experience. It really reinforced why I try to tear down any expectations out of life. Though I met some cool people, all of them seemed to be on an extended stay living in the hostel and not travelers. I do have plenty of ideas for Scotland now!

Bristol Cathedral

I was told to visit Bristol for its nightlife, but I really didn’t have any interest to go out clubbing. I spent most of my time walking around the city trying to get an idea of what daily life was about. Saturday ended up being quite a tranquil day. I walked out of the hostel and headed toward the city. I really had no idea where I was going or what I wanted to see. With a quick look to the skyline as I crossed the river, I noticed a few iconic towers. I plotted a course for the nearest one and ended up landing myself in the Bristol Cathedral. While there, I was able to sit and listen to the choir practice for a bit, utterly mind-blowing. I exited and somehow made my way down to the harbor for a stroll along the water.

Day

Last year, Bristol celebrated the 100^th anniversary of the completion of a floating harbor. With all kinds of vessels, old and new, it makes for a splendid afternoon walk. There is an outdoor amphitheater at the heart of the harbor that skaters turn into their own little skate park. I decided to stop for a breather and watch the tricksters collide and tumble all over the place. A few laughs later, I walked back through the City Centre and came upon Castle Park, where I decided to stop for a late lunch. I’ve noticed that when the sun comes out in England, the locals really capitalize on getting outside: picnics in the park, dog walks, bike rides, hanging out with friends, etc. And even though it’s still rather chilly, they find a way to wear shorts and t-shirts. I parked myself on a ledge looking down at the park, the river, and a bit of the city. It was here that I met Kat. She had the same idea of enjoying a meal overlooking the park. I ended up sitting here for about 2 hours enjoying the cheerful aura and the sun drop behind the clouds while we talked. As I started to get a bit cold, I decided it was time to head back to the hostel for the night and have a cup of tea to warm up. I planned going out later because I was told it’s absolutely ridiculous to see how crazy people are in Bristol. However, I ended up starting a conversation at the hostel with Mark (English), Mary (Scottish), and Lauren (Aussie); the next thing I knew it was 1am!



And night...