And probably we were out of our minds to book a holiday in the middle of August, at the beach, in the UK. Then again we are not the most normal people you’d come across.
This post doesn’t contain nudity, swimming suits or a lot of skin, so viewer discretion isn’t advised.
Let me rewind everything and start with the beginning with the hope of making sense of what we just did. Yes, there is Ibiza with wild parties, there is Greece with sky blue water and chalk white little houses, but we decided to go for Bournemouth instead. Why? I don’t know, it felt very random even for us, but come to think about it, now it seems like it was meant to be.
As most of you may know, we live in London, we don’t have the comfy 9-5 kind of job, so when we planned our holiday we had to make this simple not so simple equation:
*we want a holiday
*we want to see the sea
*we want to get there fast
*we don’t want to spend a lot of money
*we want to try new things
*we want it to be pretty
*and we want all of these things in just 3 days
So there you go, we ended up booking 5 very cheap tickets to Bournemouth, without knowing exactly what to expect. This little city is only two and half hours away from London, so we got there fast, it’s on the coast, it seemed pretty from the photos, but then again you know how it is with pictures, it’s all about that angle. I wasn’t very convinced about the choice, I thought we could do better, anyway I was overthinking everything like always.
Two days before leaving, Google was telling me : rain, rain, rain aaaand guess what? some more rain. I wasn’t sure if we should pack our rain coats or our bathing suits. We packed both at the end, the hotel had an indoor swimming pool and jacuzzi, so we didn’t waste our money on those swimsuits for nothing.
We all were surprised by how alive and welcoming this city is. It took us just a few moments to fall in love with it.
It’s such a big change from what you experience in London, it’s impossible not to love it with all your heart.
First of all, you can actually walk on the sidewalk without being knocked by someones purse, the people are relaxed and friendly and it doesn’t take you an hour to get in the town center because you needed to change 2 tubes and 3 buses.
Plus the whole beach tourism thing is done in a very smart fashion. We live in the UK and yes it rains a lot and it’s cloudy but after these days in Bournemouth we’ve all agreed, you don’t need sun to enjoy the beach. There are plenty of things to do in this city to make you forget about the bad weather while still catching glaces of the restless sea.
We spent most of our first day by the beach (it wasn’t raining yet, but it was still cold), the sand is very soft, and the overall vibe is one of calmness and peace, something we all need after one busy year in London. We went old school, drinking bear from Tesco Express, playing frisbee, making plans, enjoying the view and declaring our love for this city. Because the wind got the best of us in the end, we chilled by the pool at the hotel.
We stayed at the Trouville Hotel, 5 minutes walk from the beach. We paid 155£ for a double room, access to the pool, jacuzzi and sauna included. It was a good decision plus S. got to practice her swimming. The staff was very nice, the rooms clean, free coffee, basically you can’t ask for more.
Although day two gave us rain, we ended up doing more things then I would have initially expected. While fighting the wind we found ourselves in front of St Peter’s Church where Mary Shelly’s grave is located.
S. got to feed some very friendly squirrels in the Lower Gardens and because we got a bit too wet for our comfort zone we decided to make a run for it to the hotel and spend the rest of the evening by the pool, but plans are not plans if you don’t break them. We came across Bournemouth International Center, apparently a great venue for big events, but because we have sometimes the mind of a 8 year old, for 5£ we tried roller skating. It’s enough to say it involved some falling on our asses but by the end of that one hour and a half, we were pros, dancing to „Take me to Church” by Hozier and all that.
If you are an adrenaline seeker Rock Reef Center is the place for you and if you have a crazy amazing best friend like I do, you can „fly” with her over the sea on the pierzip, it’s a one of a kind experience. We will be definitely doing it again next time along with the balloon ride.
So thank you Bournemouth for the lovely holiday. It turned out to be an amazing experience, and I’m not saying this because of all that tequila or that huge burger from Sixty Million Postcards. It was extremely incredible to walk across those small streets, stress free, inhaling all that fresh air and letting go of London for a moment.
Also I take my hat off to all those people who had the courage to get into the water on Thursday, we were freezing on the pier just by looking at you.
As for you cats, I hope you are making the most of whatever is left of summer.