The river from Les Misérables. CGI was used so it looks different in the movie |
The Abbey |
Early evening we arrive in Brighton. Tired and hungry we headed to our hostel to check in. From the bus station we walked at least 35 blocks to our hostel. We finally arrived at our hostel and checked in. Walking to our room, we both started to feel uneasy about the place. It looked nothing like the photos online. The people there we not just young adults but people of all ages. Most who looked as though they were living their long term. Quickly, after locking our bags to our beds, we left to find food.
We found a Mexican restaurant called Los Amigos around the corner. After being seated and ordering, we got the wifi password. Immediately we looked up our hostel. After digging through a few sites we found out that it was a terrible hostel! We found a large amount of reviews of people who had thought it was a good hostel because of the websites they had booked from said so and had reviews to prove it. We used the same websites as those other people. The actual reviews said it was not clean, people were very creepy, and the list goes on for miles! Before our food was even served we booked another hostel. We gobbled down our food and went straight to check in at our new hostel.
We walked in to check in and were greeted by what a hostel should really look like. We were so relieved. After paying, getting our room keys, and a tour of the hostel, we went back to the sketchy hostel to grab our luggage and check out. The guy at the reception desk was shocked on why we were checking out so soon. I did not tell him that it was because he was running a shady, creepy business but that I had a family emergency and needed to fly back to the United States tonight. A little bit from the truth but oh well. Anavi and I are safe and that's all that matters.
It was raining on the way there but cleared up to be a nice sunny day |
I met the Laybournes when I was 10 years old. My grandparents took me to England for my tenth birthday. It was a wonderful trip that I will treasure my whole life. One of our stops on that trip was to the Laybourne's home. My grandparents met them while they were both living in Canada and they have been friends ever since. We stayed in their home for a few nights. Their house is absolutely wonderful. It is so homey and full of love. It is just as I remember it from over 8 years ago. Deb and James were surprised with how much I remembered from my first visit years ago. I even remembered where their guest bathroom is! Deb made me a lovely lunch. We chatted and caught up on all that has been going on these past few years. James is no longer beekeeping as he was when I visited last but they now have hens. And Naughty Will.
During my stay at Highfield Cottage, I was warned to not leave my bedroom door open or Naughty Will, the dog, would get in and take my stuff. Will, I believe, was just over a year old at the time. When I went to take a shower one morning, I accidentally did not close my door all the way. Big mistake. I came back to my room, wrapped in my towel, and opened the door to find Will sitting calmly in the middle of the room with my clean underwear in his mouth. I slowly walked up to him and as I went to grab the underwear from his mouth, he darted out the door, down the stairs, and outside into the yard. I raced after him into the yard and chased him for a good 5 minutes before I finally caught him. Keep in mind, I chased him all whilst still in just my towel. I was a sight to see and now I understood why his name was Naughty Will.
The reason for sharing this embarrassing story with all of you was to say that the Laybournes still have Naughty Will! They say he is a lot less naughty these days but sometimes he can't help himself. He is a sweet black lab, who you can start to see his age in his speckled fur. It was nice to see him as well and no underwear was stolen this time. Both of the Laybournes did mention that story though.
Kindly, the Laybournes drove me back to Winchester to catch my bus back to London. Two hours was not enough time to see these kind, wonderful people. I am so happy I was able to get in contact with them. I had a little trouble calling them but got it figured out in the nick of time. At the bus station, we tearfully parted ways. I will be back to visit them again.
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