OK, this guy’s a bit of a belated travel diary post. When the fam and I were still in the UK (so, months ago), my aunt and uncle came to visit so we thought we’d take them on a couple day trips out of London – one to Oxford, home of the Hogwarts great hall, and Brighton, a cute lil seaside town. Here are some photos from that!
Oxford photos first, because there are less of ’em.
I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a sap, so I’m just gonna go ahead and sound like a sap. I love old places and walking down streets and feeling like there’s history there. Oxford is one of those places which gives you those feels. Walking around the university buildings and thinking about all the learning and discovery that goes on – oh man. That gets my nerdy little heart right there in the gut.
Continuing the theme of me deciding I want my dream house to have sculptures of my cats – one of these too, pls.
There are lots of sculptures on the buildings (is that what they’re called, when they’re on buildings? I feel like they’d be called something else…), but I have little to no idea what they mean or why they’re there. One corner of a building had all the characters from Alice in Wonderland on them, but it was so eroded from time that I could only really make out the dodo bird and Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Still cool! But no photo, because I think my mom and I got into it and, you know, when you’re hurt and angry you’re not thinking about what photos you should be taking. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
We stopped for dinner at a restaurant we passed and a man sitting a few tables away was just leaving when he stopped by our table and gave us a coupon for our meal! My thrifty Asian family was so happy, lmao. Our old white fairy grandpa. Bless.
OK, onto the Brighton part!
I expected sand when we got to the water, and was met with rocks instead. It shocked me more than it probably should have, lol.
We happened to park right next to the nudist section of the beach, so when we ventured out we were met with many pasty English chests and shlongs waving around while people played naked volleyball. I kind of want to go to a nude beach naked, just for the bucket list thing, but idk about doing it in England… When you think of nude beaches, you think of, like, Spain and the south of France, right? Maybe this is just my romantic view of continental Europe.
Flowers: the one thing I can manage to photograph and make my mom consistently go “Oooooooh!” at.
After strolling from where we parked our car, we ventured up the steps to Kemp Town, which I guess is where the cute shops would be? We didn’t take much time to explore, tbh, we just sat down and ate.
Peep my bb brudder’s lil Pikachu socks under the table. I got him those at Tesco’s for £1.50!!!!
After walking a bit further, we happened across this flea market, which had the coolest, weirdest knick knacks in there.
This wall could totally be out of some indie hipster cool beer tavern in Brooklyn. (Disclaimer: I’ve never been in an indie hipster cool beer tavern in Brooklyn, so I don’t know what they look like. It’s just my imagination of those words together.)
HOW EFFING SWEET IS THIS PICTURE. LEGITIMATELY THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. EVER!!!!!
This tapestry/quilt thing and those chairs? Truly a color story for the ages.
I think this statue was made to memorialize lives lost to HIV/AIDS, because I think Brighton has a big LGBTQ scene. I’m saying “I think” because I did do some Googling of Brighton before going there, but I’ve forgotten it all now, so these are just vague memories that may or may not be correct.
The Royal Pavilion! Pictures weren’t allowed inside, but my mom, aunt, uncle, and I went in and we got the audio guide, so we got a pretty thorough show around the place.
Something you should know about me: I will always stop to photograph squirrels.
The Royal Pavilion was built by some King George, and a quote I saw while on my Google escapades was from Queen Victoria – something along the lines of how it was an odd and distasteful Chinese place that she didn’t care for at all. I LOLed.
OK, THIS was the best part of the Royal Pavilion. Forget the Indian-esque exteriors and the Chinese-esque interiors, let’s talk about the cat!!! George the Pavilion Cat was a Brighton cat that wandered onto the palace grounds in the 1970s, got into the palace and decided he’d just stick around. He died and was buried in the palace gardens and even has a little headstone there!! Oh man. Just thinking about it kills me.
And the Brighton Pier! Probably the biggest attraction in the town, right?
I really want a Minion plushie. One of the giant, oversized ones. The ridiculous, comically large ones. @DespicableMeFranchise pls sponsor me I am ur biggest fan above the age of 12
And that brings us to the end! Not much to say, because this happened a while ago and I’m afraid I have the memory of a goldfish.
I’ll see y’all next time 🙂