I miss my friend B. She decided to be all selfish and leave me and moved back home to London after her year in Plymouth. How inconsiderate. Anyway, after our first failed attempt at visiting The Lost Gardens of Heligan when we lived together (we dressed for summer – it was summer – but after our hour long drive there, the UK weather did it’s norm and decided to turn to winter, insert unimpressed face here) we tried again when she came back to visit. You will still see however, yes, I’m wearing a long sleeved tee, fleeced hoodie, jacket AND body warmer over the top. I was so born in the wrong hemisphere, insert another unimpressed face.
However, unimpressed faces aside, if you’re in Cornwall, it is a lovely little place to visit, and only just around the corner to the more well known Eden Project.
Whilst in Kos, we popped over to Turkey for the day. Well, if you love your fake designer sunnies, bags, coats, bedding, EVERYTHING, you’ll certainly be in your element. Not really my thing, but I still kinda liked the place. We had a good long walk around the marina, before stopping for lunch on the beach. Yes, our table was actually on the beach. (honestly, name one better place in the world than the beach?!)
So, whilst Bodrum really is just another tourist town, I’m going to do one of those insisting visit things on you again. If you do land yourself here one day, VISIT BODRUM CASTLE. It’s actually an underwater archeology museum (stay with me here), but it’s not that dull kind where it’s just filled with dusty cases housing something old with a tatty description next to it, oh no no no. The place is friggin’ awesome. For real. Yeah it’s filled with archaeology stuff, but in the coolest way I’ve ever seen. The castle itself it’s absolutely amazing and huge. This seems to be a reoccurring theme for me (remember Brussels), but we ended up going an hour before the ferry departed. Hugeness coupled with only one hour could only result in us literally running around the place. Oh yes, we ran. And even with running around in a castle like a lunatic for an hour, we still didn’t quite get to see the whole thing. Don’t make my rookie mistake, leave yourself at least a free morning or afternoon (and take some photo’s for me of the parts I’ve missed!).
Oh, and have I told you about the views yet? No?? Well let me show you now, as they are certainly worth the hike to the top! (And hopefully for you, at a more leisurely pace).
I’ve gotten pretty used to my friends confused screwed up faces, the roll of the eyes, the “why??” questions… And here I was again, in Kos, getting them all over again. You see, I had the urge to try out some shots at night, and yup, I received the awaited question: “Why are you taking photographs in the dark???” My response whenever I’m asked a ‘why?’ question, is usually a simple “why not?” question straight back. To which I have never yet received a suitable answer (if any) to make me answer their original question.
These are the results. The idea still some way to go, but I actually kinda like these test shots think the idea has potential.
A 20 minute bus journey from Tigaki, and I get to explore Kos Town. A pretty ‘normal’ european tourist town, with shop after shop of souvenirs and fake designer sunglasses. A few hours in the town and I pretty much covered all there was to see. (At night, within a few hours I had pretty much drank all there as to drink too, but that’s another story).
So, last weekend myself and BF spent a whirlwind weekend in Cardiff. We did however manage to get in as much good food and sunshine we could physically fit into it.
Considering the forecast was pretty horrific we managed a decent amount of lounging around Cardiff park. Before heading out for food and (more) cocktails that evening, we strolled back to the hotel via Cwtch Mwar – a little bar tucked inside one of Cardiff’s boutique hotel’s. The service was great, however sorry guys, you may have cocktails on the menu, but you can’t make them! If I’d have opted for a decent glass of chilled white, I’d more than happily recommend this place. The location is pretty random surrounded by (what looks like) council offices and petrol stations, but the bar and hotel look inviting and has an air of unpretentious swank about it.
However, back to the delectable food… When we were planning this weekend we specifically wanted Cardiff as I had wanted to return to my favourite restaurant, Bully’s. (You can just tell there’s a ‘but’ coming with the past tense of that sentence). So (non refundable) hotel all booked, I go to reserve a table at THE best restaurant. What I hand’t planned for was it being closed the week we were visiting. Yes I sobbed, literally, and instantly text BF all in capitals my utter panic and distress that he must find somewhere, like NOW, that’s going to reduce my pain. The restaurant is run by a family of four. That’s it. Four family members. So, I can’t deny anyone a holiday, and they close their restaurant 4 weeks a year so they can do just that. It does’t stop my selfish ‘but why, WHY the weekend I want to eat in your delectable, stomach bulging, amazingly serviced restaurant, do you have to go on holiday then? WHHHHYYYYY??’
So, a few rapid text’s to friend’s from the BF and we have new places to eat. Both utterly lovely, despite not being THE restaurant. If you’re visiting Cardiff, Bully’s should 100% be on your speed dial if you want great food, and possibly even better service. Failing reservations, another 2 to check out would be The Potted Pig and The Meating Place. (Both I’ve since found out part of the same family of restaurants). Both medium priced, will fill your tummy’s well, and very enjoyable. If you want slightly more theatre, I’d go for The Meating Place however, as if you decide to order one of their meat skewers (and they’re delicious so why would you not) they hang them from the ceiling over your table so you can pull the meat off and add it to your platter of roasted vegetables, cous cous, flat breads and tempting sauces. Yum.
You may as well learn now, I take photo’s of EVERYTHING. So no boring little plane journey is gonna stop me. First: Somewhere between Liverpool and Brussels. Second: Somewhere between Bristol and Kos.