The weekend brought close my first full week in London. While I’ve enjoyed my time there, it’s no secret I’m not much of a city boy. I’ve found myself in real life moving farther and further away from the big places.
But Friday also meant it was time to pack up and head to Brighton where I’d get the chance to hang with my friend Aleks, with whom I’ve spent little substantial time in the last few years because she was out being awesome.
That meant my first solo train ride in England. Courtesy of the Victoria Station.
The trip was pretty uneventful. It wasn’t crowded and the hour flew by as I read. When I arrived, I was greeted by this sight.
Aleks met me at the station, we dropped off my bags at her house and went for food. We weaved through the town along road like this.
After we devoured our food (I ate two desserts), we took a long walk along the (in)famous Brighton pier. It’s like Coney Island (the New York one, not the Cincinnati one).There were rides and games everywhere. Apparently this place is a British destination.
It’s actually quite beautiful when you eliminate all the cheesy rides and games.
Eventually, we made our way along the water so that Aleks could take a picture for her 1984 photo project she’s working on. Of course, along the way we couldn’t help but play around.
I wanted my classic picture (in which Aleks offered that I really did look like a street thug).
But we were being silly so just after she took this picture, this happened. Which, you know, made me feel like a reformed street thug.
