By the time I reached Liverpool with some friends who I grew up with, I finally started to feel I was relaxing. It has been a long time since I have had a two week holiday. Maybe ten years or so. Normally I spread out my annual leave and have long weekends or take a random day off because a friend is passing through London and wants to see me.
At first I still had the pent up “places to be, people to see” rush rush mode switched on inside me. But after a couple of days of realizing how incredibly slow the public transport routes are, I accepted you can’t rush outside of London. I am not insured to drive anyone’s car at the moment. In London, I don’t miss having a set of wheels at all. But outside of London, you have to accept a different pace enforced by the schedule of the buses and trains.
The day in Liverpool was great fun. We did a bit of a whirlwind tour of some of the locations I was keen to see and then we relaxed with a phenomenal feast in a restaurant up in China Town.
My ear was delighted to hear very strong Liverpool accents again. I have a few friends in London who grew up in Liverpool but their accent is blending with a southern hue. But hearing raw scouse is fantastic!
If you are a tourist visiting Liverpool, I am more than happy to recommend to you a visit to the Albert Docks. It was so pleasant to be near the river on a blistering hot day. Walking through the colonnades provided plenty of much needed shade. There are great museums and a myriad of little shops and cafes.
This photo came out rather blurry I am afraid. The boat was just moving so quickly, I found it hard to focus. It was packed with passengers at their leisure who were waving at us. It looked so colourful in the sun today gliding along the River Mersey.
We did not take any boat trips today…we had too long a list of other places we wanted to visit.
Liverpool seemed very vibrant and lively today. I think we were as well. We laughed so hard, I felt I had a pain developing in my side. I notice immediately the propensity Liverpool people have to laughter. They truly like a chuckle and it is so easy to ignite what turns out to be a conversation of pure comedy.
And we were singing, we sang songs we knew off by heart that “The Beatles” were famous for.
It is so so good wandering around a place that you have been visiting since childhood, arm and arm with friends who you have known since childhood. To have no time limitation because you are on “holiday” and can explore and play like a child. Oh we did!
I don’t want to overload you with holiday spam! But, if you can tolerate a few posts about my travels around the North West of England and North Wales this week…while I am on my hols! I would love to show you around. I could do my whole “Tour Guide Barbie” thing and tell you facts and figures that would probably give you more of a laugh than impress you.
We had a lorra lorra laughs in Liverpool.
Lovely. I’m told Liverpool is always vibrant.
I visited it years ago with a friend of mine who lives in Chester. He took me on the train to Birkenhead. When we got there was a mist hanging over the Mersey but it looked magical seeing the beautiful sight of Liverpool slowly emerge out of the mist on the other side of the water. We then caught the Ferry cross the Mersey and they played that great song over the tannoy.
I have very fond memories of Liverpool, and your lovely post brought them all back. 🙂
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I am glad you have had chance to visit the center of the universe.
Hey Kristian, if you go ahead with Funny Fridays – why don’t you throw it out to other bloggers to submit a joke for your page – you know with the pingbacks thingie?
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Excellent Idea, I shall mull over that thought for a while. 🙂
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I was born in Liverpool and grew up in New Brighton. I love blogs about Liverpool 🙂 🙂
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My first 25 years were in Liverpool…but I have been in London since 2010. I love going back to see my family and friends though.
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I moved to London 30 years ago! Yikes!
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