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Cork – September 2021

Hello dear readers! It has been a little while since I wrote anything about an actual trip but some of you might remember a while back I kicked off the first part of my Ireland trip in 2021. You can give that a read here but having navigated a few days in the capital, I was off to explore a new city – Cork!

In truth I hadn’t fully intended to end up in Cork. The basis of this trip was a long overdue visit to Dublin but I had the best part of six days to enjoy and figured I could do a few nights in Dublin and a couple elsewhere. I pondered a few options before deciding I probably wanted this trip to be split between Dublin and Galway.

Alas Galway was super expensive, Cork was less expensive and with a wedding on the way the bank balance won this fight. Visiting Galway would have to be an adventure for another day in the future.

Having confirmed my plans for this trip, I then flew out to Dublin which I found pretty underwhelming. Before even getting to Cork I was kind of ready to go home and given I was flying home from Dublin I did consider whether I could even be bothered heading South only to return to Dublin a couple of days later. However changing my plans at the last minute proved to be too costly so in the end I rather reluctantly hopped on a train to Cork – out of convenience and acceptance as much as anything else.

From what I remember the train journey was quite pleasant. Ireland’s a pretty country, very green and it was easy to admire the views along the way. Although I didn’t seem to get any train photos which is quite unusual for me when traveling by train so I guess I was less enthused about it at the time. I do however remember being tickled at passing by Tipperary and getting a screenshot to mark our presence on Google Maps – we were seemingly not a long way from Tipperary at all!

Eventually I arrived in Cork which is a surprisingly hilly city – hillier than I’d anticipated anyway. I was staying in the Northern part of town, the hillier side, which meant any time I wanted to venture in to town it would require some downhill/uphill back and forth but the hotel itself was a nice enough location in a quiet neighbourhood. I thought the view from my room was nice too.

Having procrastinated leaving Dublin for most of the day I didn’t get to Cork until early evening. I pondered some dinner options and decided to visit the Fransiscan Well Brewpub which I’d thoroughly recommend. There was a nice beer garden with some food options and some delicious beer – a great place to kick off a Friday night in Cork.

I hung around for a couple of beers and some pizza but it was a mostly quiet Friday night for me. The brewpub was a great location and had a fun atmosphere but I wasn’t really in the mood for solo drinking so had a little wander and then tucked myself in for an early night – ready to explore Cork properly the next day.

I say explore loosely. There wasn’t anything I really wanted to do in Cork. Whilst my enthusiasm for Dublin was rather lacking, I at least ticked off a few attractions to make my time in Dublin somewhat memorable. There are also things that I missed in Dublin that I could happily do if I ever went back, I had a long list of things to do in Dublin.

In contrast Cork had nothing that really piqued my interest – it’s quite a small city and one of the main things people visit the area for is to see and kiss the Blarney Stone. However my understanding is the only way to really see it is held upside down off a ledge and I wasn’t all that bothered about seeing it. Had it been in central Cork I probably would have taken a look but I didn’t really care to see the stone and certainly not enough to travel a few miles out of town only to be suspended off a ledge upside down. Although given the times and the number of people it shares kisses with, I can only imagine the stone was masked up anyway!

Jokes aside, my plans for Cork were non-existent. I intended to wander a little but the biggest appeal was the change in scenery. New streets to walk, new restaurants to eat at, new pubs to frequent and hopefully some live music somewhere along the way for the real Irish experience.

Naturally I kicked off Saturday with an aimless wander in to town for a first proper glimpse of Cork. The River Lee splits the city and I’d say Cork is perhaps a little prettier on the eye than Dublin. My first notable stop of the day was the “famous” English market which I’d heard good things about and is certainly worth a visit if you’re ever in Cork.

The thing that surprised me the most was that it was bustling with activity – aided by being a Saturday no doubt but I could only really look on with a little envy. Comparing to back home in Peterborough who’ve neglected and demolished its city-centre market it was hard to fathom how a smaller city in Cork had one that was the envy of many a city and town in England and maybe many in Europe too.

In the upper section of the market is a small cafe selling snacks and refreshments so I found myself a rare vacant seat, ordered myself a sausage roll, some tea (naturally) and enjoyed watching various shoppers below me come and go. It’s a genuine delight in the heart of Cork and a space its locals are fortunate to have.

From there my time in Cork was largely uneventful. It’s somewhat ironic but I’d intended to visit Dublin in 2019 and then in the interests of my mental health as much as anything, I bailed at the last minute. Two years later I’d at least made it to Ireland but truthfully, my heart wasn’t really in this trip either. I tried to make the best of the time away but the English Market was the only noteworthy thing I did whilst in Cork.

The major difference between Dublin and Cork is that I’d come here with no expectations. Cork had nothing to live up to so the fact I did nothing noteworthy didn’t really matter in the end. I found myself a pub in the city centre with hopes of watching Tottenham’s lunchtime game. Alas the pub had neglected to maintain its sports subscription so its claim to being the “pub to watch Spurs” was somewhat misleading. I did meet a friendly Spurs-supporting barman but we had to settle for discovering Tottenham’s misfortunes via internet updates on our phones.

With no food menu and no football to watch (which was probably a blessing on the day) I moved onwards. Cork’s city centre is largely made up of a shopping district with pubs and restaurants scattered among it. I grabbed lunch somewhere but the rest of my day was then rather uneventful. I squeezed in a short nap back at my hotel before heading back out for dinner and some night-time entertainment.

After dinner I went and found myself a bar with some live music on which was probably best described as ambient. It’s worth nothing that Ireland were still trialing coming out of lockdown and this was perhaps best reflected in this moment.

Dublin was no different but was still attracting tourists that made it feel a little more lively after dark. Despite being a Saturday night, the entertainment (here at least) felt a little more off. It just didn’t feel right, forced perhaps. I enjoyed a couple of drinks nonetheless, I think Covid forced you to make the best of things but this really wasn’t Cork in all its glory. I called it a night and headed back to my hotel for the evening – also somewhat lifeless so went straight up to the room.

I had a nice lay in the next morning, helped by having nowhere to be. Had there been anything worthwhile doing with my time in Cork I might have wandered back in to town but the downhill / uphill shenanigans swayed me from bothering. With a quick look of the train times I stopped off at a pub on route to the station – my first of the trip to fail the Covid requirements infact,

I’d become quite accustomed to the “Covid Pass – Mask – Table – Repeat” routine but not here.. I think they were just happy to have any custom to be honest and forewent the need to follow the rules and didn’t seem to care if I’d been vaccinated or not. I only stuck around for one anyway and then it was back to the train station and Northbound to Dublin.

I didn’t get in to Dublin until late afternoon so there wasn’t time to do much other than grab my last bit of Irish pub-grub before finding somewhere with some live music. I checked in on a couple of different pubs, including a favourite from earlier in the trip. I hadn’t loved Dublin but I’m glad that I had one last adventure in its Temple Bar district before heading home.

Rather than stay in central Dublin, for my final night I opted to stay in a hotel near the airport.. I enjoyed a couple of drinks around Temple Bar before accepting my time in Dublin had come to a close. I hopped in a taxi towards my hotel with a happy Irish chap who talked my ear off for the entire journey. I’m glad to have met him and have that be my lasting memory of my time in Ireland. It was a nice way to end the trip before flying home the next morning.

Looking back I still don’t really know how I feel about Ireland. To some extent it ticked boxes – I was supposed to be getting married in Washington, Ireland was therefore the perfect destination to drown my sorrows and feel a bit sorry for myself.

On the other hand I don’t know that bad circumstances are enough of an excuse for this trip. Despite suggesting I was only there to drown my sorrows, I genuinely went to Ireland with the best intentions. I wanted to enjoy my first visit to the country. The fact that I didn’t leaves a sour taste and no, that wasn’t the alcohol!

It’s hard to judge Ireland knowing that my head wasn’t in the best space, Covid restrictions also played a part in my experience there but I ask myself if I’d go back and my gut feeling says I wouldn’t be bothered either way. I just didn’t warm to Ireland as I’d hoped or even anticipated that I would.

All that said, despite my lack of enthusiasm for this trip I did still do some fun things. I came home with some fond memories and it wasn’t all bad but compared to some really memorable trips, this was a relatively forgettable one.

Sometimes that’s how it goes. There have been other destinations that have taken me more than one visit to warm to and maybe that’ll be the case for Ireland too. Maybe it’ll be third time lucky but I don’t look back on this trip with any real fondness and truthfully it was a bit of a slog to write about.

It’s easy writing about the fun trips but I think as travelers, bloggers, content-creators, influencers or whatever you want to call yourselves it’s also good to share the trips that also weren’t particularly special.

I’m always conscious to remind myself how fortunate I am and acknowledge that not everyone has the luxury of being disappointed in a destination but at the same time, not every trip is a winner and that’s definitely where this one falls. Nothing disastrous happened, there wasn’t anything that spoiled the trip but I also didn’t love it.

I still wouldn’t discourage anyone from visiting. Ireland still has a lot to offer and I hope it’ll win me over the next time I visit but for now, that’s a wrap!

Until next time!

Jason

Dublin – September 2021

Hello dear readers! Last time out on the blog I spoke about something that I suppose is the antithesis of any travel blogger – the untaken trip! It’s easy writing about trips you’ve taken, enjoyed and want to talk about but last time out I spoke of a planned trip to Dublin which just didn’t happen.

“Hey, remember that time I didn’t go to Dublin..?”

2019 was a busy year and I’d reached somewhat of a breaking point in terms of energy levels and therefore in the interests of my mental health as much as anything I decided that I needed a weekend off to slow down, recuperate and just not do anything. Consequently I made a last-minute, difficult decision to not travel to Ireland in May 2019 – which incidentally would have been my first trip to Ireland.

I stand by the decision. It was the right thing to do and there was no real regret but of course that didn’t stop an inner voice niggling away at me throughout 2020 – “you actually passed up on an opportunity to travel last year? – you idiot!”

There couldn’t have been a bigger contrast between 2019 and then 2020. If 2019 had felt too busy at times, 2020 definitely went to the other extreme in having that itch to be able to do anything. Borders closed, restrictions were imposed all over the globe, the travel industry came to a standstill.

I was fortunate to have squeezed in two overseas trips in to 2020. Admittedly one of those was BC (before Covid) and the other was to a British territory (Gibraltar) so not truly free travel but I was certainly luckier than most to have escaped reality for a little while. I hoped for a better 2021 and of course the big ol’ wedding in Washington come the September.

Alas, 2021 was arguably worse for travel with numerous obstacles to jump through and often ever-changing obstacles so just as you had some inkling that you were okay to go somewhere, a day later someone would make a decision that snatched that opportunity from you. 2021 was arguably the year of last-minute travel – tough luck on those unable to travel-plan at the last second.

Planning a trip at the last minute has its own challenges but is at least manageable. However for an occasion such as a wedding, we couldn’t rely on everything being last minute. I’d booked myself four weeks off of work but as September inched closer and closer, the US border showed no signs of opening.

Americans everywhere were seemingly welcome to travel in and out of their country but us pesky foreigners seemingly posed a greater threat and America stayed closed for business. We eventually reached a point where a decision had to be made – it’s a decision we probably should have made sooner but we eventually made the decision to postpone our wedding until April 2022.

We’d known all along that the US border’s closure may pose a problem for our plans to get married in Washington but I’d still been hopeful we could spend some time somewhere. I pondered if I could maybe go across the border to somewhere like Vancouver or that maybe we could take a little break somewhere together, just to have some time together after months spent apart. Sadly life got in the way and things didn’t pan out for Haleigh to be able to join me. It left me with four weeks off work with nothing to do.

With no big wedding to worry about I decided I probably didn’t need the entirety of that four weeks off work. I decided to cancel one of those weeks with the hopes that if I moved it to November that the US might be open for Thanksgiving (it was – hurrah!).

That change still left me with three weeks off work in September though. If I couldn’t travel to see Haleigh, I still wanted to travel somewhere. I wasn’t sure if I’d go away for the full three weeks but I knew that I didn’t want to be at home moping for the entirety of it.

So where to?

As I said, 2021 was a rubbish year for travel. You couldn’t plan anything and even if you did, there were no guarantees. Infact the only other trip I’d planned so far this year was a long weekend spent in Eastbourne and then the hotel I was staying at cancelled my reservation days before I was due to go – bloody annoying!

There were so many things to consider when planning a trip. Possible hotel cancellations, possible flight cancellations, the risk of Covid, the Covid requirements in a destination, the risk of having to quarantine and on and on and on. The ‘safest’ way to travel was to plan it all last minute and hope for the best.

Looking back it appears that I only booked flights and accommodation for this particular trip a week before going which is a sign of how fairly last minute things were. I’d umm’d and ahh’d for as long as I could before committing to spending six days in Ireland.

Ireland just made a lot of sense. It was close to home, the Covid entry requirements were fairly straight-forward whilst at the same time appreciating that Ireland were still taking Covid seriously. The Covid cases were much lower than England but unlike England, Ireland still had restrictions in place. The biggest reason though was just the desire to visit Ireland – I’d yet to do so and that failed trip in 2019 gave me a little more motivation to finally visit.

Of course I would much rather have been flying to Washington, getting married and thinking about finally getting on with my future with Haleigh but I made the best of the hand I’d been dealt. One of the perks to having three weeks off was that I could go to Ireland for longer than I’d planned to in 2019. That 2019 trip was only set to be a 3-day weekend in Dublin. For this trip I had six days split between Dublin and Cork. I was excited to finally be making my first visit to Ireland!

One of the best things about visiting Ireland from England is that it’s so quick! I had a lunchtime flight out of Stansted on the Tuesday but being such a short flight it meant I arrived in to Dublin mid-afternoon.

The journey to Dublin was smooth, the hassle getting away from the airport much less so. Now admittedly I hadn’t really done any prior research beforehand but how hard can it be getting from the airport to central Dublin?

The whole process took far longer than it should have done. It took me a while to figure out where I needed to catch a bus, only to find that I couldn’t then pay by card – nor could I pay with anything other than exact change with a bus fare of let’s say 3.27 euros. I popped over to a nearby shop to buy an extortionate bottle of water to break a note down only to return and find a grumpy driver insistent that it had to be exact. None of this four euros malarkey or 3.30 or even the hint of overpaying the fare just so I could catch a sodding bus in to the city.

Perhaps I misremember things but I was particularly frustrated and it wasn’t the best of starts to life in Ireland. I was really reluctant to spend money on a taxi so in the end I went and found an alternative bus company which was a little more expensive but much less hassle and quickly got me on a bus heading to the city centre.

I obviously hadn’t been to the city so I wasn’t 100% sure where I needed to get off but the ticket-sellers gave me a vague idea and by chance we happened to pass my hotel upon entering the city- I was staying at a Hilton just on the North side of the river Liffey which ended up being a really nice base for the next few days.

I checked in to my hotel, relaxed for a little bit and then started considering my options for the evening. Any time I visit somewhere I’m always tempted to go and find some live sport to watch so a big part of me wanted to go and watch the Republic of Ireland v Serbia football match. However I think this Covid travel era just brought the absolute pessimist out of me.

I’m generally a positive and optimistic person but there were too many hoops to jump through, no guarantees that something wouldn’t go wrong and then the ticket prices seemed too high which was the final tipping point. I decided not to bother.

The football was a nice idea but I hadn’t really come to Ireland with any plans. I needed to travel this month because I knew the alternative would be that I’d just spend the entirety of September moping at home but being brutally honest, I think there was still a part of me content to mope and Ireland kind of ticked the right boxes for that. I hadn’t come here for anything in particular – there was no grand plan but I could mope in Dublin’s finest and that’s where this trip begins I suppose.

I went and found myself a pub near the hotel. Let me add that I was on the hunt for dinner and this particular pub had a decent food menu but the selection of craft beers was an added bonus.

At the time there were still some Covid restrictions which meant Ireland had implemented a country-wide policy of “table service only” at any venues and also proof of vaccination anywhere you went. No mask – no entry. No vaccination – no service.

It made for an interesting trip but also made me feel a little better about having traveled in Covid-times, there were more restrictions here than there were in England at the time.

A handful of Irish fans popped in to this pub donning their famous green shirts and I did feel a little envy that I wasn’t going to the game but I enjoyed a beer from some Galway brewery and settled in for an evening of drinking and people-watching.

I’ve always loved the Irish accent, moreso on women, but this was the first time I’d really struggled with it. I hadn’t anticipated it being as difficult as it was but this was one of those occasions where I pondered if those around me were even speaking English. I was watching the barman chat with what was clearly a regular and struggled to comprehend a single word either of them were saying.

“Please tell me the reason I can’t understand you is because you’re speaking Gaelic..”

Every so often I’d catch a word in English but for the most-part it was incomprehensible English. I finished off my meal, had another pint or two but it wasn’t a very late evening. I pondered whether I should wander somewhere else for some night-time entertainment but in the end I just headed back to my hotel – there was still plenty of time to enjoy Dublin and Ireland.

The next morning I woke up and walked over to Connolly train station, looking for a train heading out to Malahide. I’d asked for some recommendations before heading over and this was one recommendation that fellow travel blogger, John, had suggested and tempted me. It was a pretty easy journey and reasonably priced and soon enough I’d arrived in the heart of a small village-like place called Malahide which is about 20-30 minutes north of central Dublin.

I’d come here specifically to see Malahide castle. Due to Covid restrictions I again had to prove my vaccination status, wear a mask and I also believe book tickets in advance. Included within the ticket was a guided tour of the castle and then a self-guided tour of the gardens.

The castle grounds were huge. A large portion of it is accessible to the public but from train station to castle doors is a good ol’ walk and plenty of people were walking their dogs and enjoying the greenery. The castle itself is a nice size. I found the tour itself interesting and our tour guide seemed very knowledgeable. I snapped a few photos along the way whilst our guide told us more about each room and the history of the castle.

Following on from the tour I took a wander through the private gardens which was really equally enjoyable. Home to a magical fairy trail, it’s very family friendly and there’s plenty of sculptures and other things that catch your eye as you walk through. Access is restricted to those with tickets so you also get to see views of the castle that you otherwise wouldn’t see – it was a nice addition to the castle visit.

Content I’d seen all I wanted to of the grounds I wandered back towards Malahide’s centre, had a brief look around and then caught the train back in to Dublin with plans to go and find lunch somewhere. I got off at a relatively quiet station which was unfortunate as my ticket didn’t allow me through the ticket barriers for some reason and there were no staff on hand to help me pass through – I was stuck!

Fortunately I managed to flag the attention of someone hidden away in an office and they let me through and I continued on my quest for lunch. I took inspiration from another recommendation and settled upon a nice pub / restaurant in a quiet neighbourhood. Being midweek it wasn’t very busy but it was a great find and the pie and mash was delicious so made for a worthwhile detour.

After lunch I was meeting up with the previously mentioned John, coming to Dublin I had to reach out and see if he was free and fortunately he was. I took a bit of a detour on route back to the river and managed to pass Dublin’s Aviva Stadium – an impressive looking stadium at that. I grabbed some photos before continuing onwards past the dock / canal area which had a scattering of street art – adding some colour to the area at the very least.

Unfortunately my phone was on its last legs and its battery life wasn’t well suited to travel / busy days anymore. I’d taken a fair few photos in the morning and knew my phone wasn’t going to last long enough to actually meet up with John – I had to take a detour via my hotel to have a brief phone-charge which meant I was running a little later than intended. John ended up meeting me at my hotel and we then ventured over to a nearby drinking hole for a drink and a chance to meet for the first time – certainly a highlight of my time in Dublin.

John left me with a few further recommendations, some of which I’d already planned for, but they were welcome nonetheless. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I popped back to the hotel for an hour or so and made plans for the evening – I was really keen to get my first glimpse of the “famous” Temple Bar district of Dublin.

For dinner I decided I’d tick off another “landmark” and visit Dublin’s Hard Rock Cafe – long time readers will know I’ve been to my fair share and as Dublin’s is in the heart of Temple Bar it seemed rude not to pop in at least once on my trip.

Covid pass – mask – table – repeat.

So far there had been no exception to this practice. Perhaps as a result of this the Hard Rock Cafe was pretty quiet when I visited. I enjoyed some food and then went in search of entertainment for the evening.

It’s worth saying here that this was Dublin and Ireland slowly opening up again – the Covid restrictions were necessary and I’m glad that Ireland were taking it seriously but this wasn’t Irish nightlife in all its glory – it was a compromised Dublin testing the waters to see if it were safe to open up again. Consequently things were a little more civilised than things perhaps would be in “normal times” in Dublin.

Nevertheless a more cautious Dublin probably still has a better nightlife than most. I tried my hand at a couple of pubs but due to its “table-only” policy and being full capacity I was turned away from the first couple I tried visiting. In the end I found somewhere a little quieter down one of the side streets.

Covid pass – mask – table – repeat.

I found a table and ordered myself a Guinness – the first of this trip. Ordinarily I don’t drink the black stuff but “when in Rome.. “.

Dublin myth will tell you that Guinness tastes better here and in all honesty it’s hard to argue. It did taste good and turned the tide a little in terms of enjoying Guinness. I’d finally been converted in becoming a fan of Guinness!

I only stuck around for one before moving on. I’d come to Temple Bar for the entertainment and this particular pub was lacking the live music that I was craving so I moved on and tried my luck at returning to one of the pubs from earlier – success this time!

I was shoved towards what barely could even be considered a table but I had a stool and a windowsill to place my drink – tucked away in the corner of the pub – good enough! I ordered another Guinness and was content listening to this Irish duo sing away for a while.

In normal times I’m sure there’d have been a few having a little jig on the pub floor somewhere but sadly in Covid times a seat jig was the best any of us were going to muster up. It was still enjoyable and I could have sat there for hours in all honesty but I’m sure for the locals it wasn’t quite what they were used to.

I think there was a changeover in singers / entertainment and I took that as my cue to move on and try somewhere else. Nearby down one of the side streets was another great venue for live music albeit with a longer queue to get a table. I decided to just ride this one out and wait as long as needs be to get a table to enjoy the rest of my evening. The voice was again very good but I was essentially seated at the equivalent of a “restricted view” seat. I couldn’t actually see the singer on stage from where I was sat but I wasn’t particularly bothered as I could still hear the artist. This was unfortunately just a sign of the times. At least I had a seat and another Guinness.

Having had my fill of entertainment I walked back along the river towards my hotel. Merry enough that I’d had a nice night but sober enough there was no risk of a hangover in the morning. Infact I dare say Guinness is one of those drinks I can perhaps drink endlessly without any suffering. There’ve definitely been trips where I’ve misjudged my limit and passed the point of “one too many” but I’ve yet to find that limit with Guinness. I don’t know that it exists – which is worrying and satisfying in equal measure. It was certainly something I found easy to drink whilst in Dublin and has since become a nice option for longer drinking sessions back home.

The next morning I’d made plans to visit Kilmainham Gaol – again requiring Covid passes, masks and booking in advance. An unexpected bonus was that at the time entry fees had been scrapped so I was able to visit for free – leaving me very confused at the time of booking. I went as far as emailing them to confirm whether I was expected to pay something on the day because all over the website suggested a fee for admission and yet I’d not paid anything at the time of booking. They were quite quick to respond actually and confirmed that all of their heritage sites were free to visit until the end of the year – probably trying to entice people to return in 2021 off the back of a difficult couple of years.

I considered my options on how to reach Kilmainham from my hotel and in the end walked the three or so miles. Distance aside, it was a pretty straight-forward walk actually. I arrived in good time and was the first to arrive in our allotted time-slot for another guided tour.

The tour begins in its courtroom before taking you through the rest of the gaol (jail) whilst a tour guide tells you about it and Ireland’s history. There were a few attractions I didn’t get around to visiting whilst in Dublin but this was one I made sure to visit and it hadn’t disappointed. It was one of the highlights of my time in Dublin and I’m glad I’d made time for it. After the tour you’re free to take a look around its museum area which was also interesting before you then exit.

Like much of the trip, from there I had no real plan. I had tickets for the famous Guinness Storehouse / Museum that is considered another must visit on any trip to Dublin but because of Covid I couldn’t just turn up. I’d booked an advance ticket and my allotted time slot wasn’t until later in the afternoon so I had a good few hours in-between the two attractions.

I wandered from the jail back in to town, stopping off at this interesting coffee spot for a cup of tea and a snack before exploring more of central Dublin. I’d timed my walk to coincide with winding up near the Brazen Head – supposedly the oldest pub in Dublin and they make claim to being one of the oldest in the world even although that has been disputed by another pub in Ireland which claims to date back 300-ish years earlier.

The Brazen Head however still boasts 800+ years in business so I popped in for lunch as many before me likely have over the years. It’s a nice pub, I really liked it. I sat at a table outside with a little covering above me. The sausage and mash was really good, nicely accompanied with a Guinness. I imagine it attracts a few more tourists because of its age but overall I’d still recommend a visit and it has a lot of character that makes it a fine pub.

After lunch I wandered back up to the river not really sure of what I wanted to do next. I still had a bit of time to kill before the Guinness Storehouse but I had nothing else that I particularly wanted to do – this of course wasn’t helped by spontaneity being an impossibility during Covid. If you wanted to visit attractions, you generally needed to have booked in advance.

Contemplating what to do, I vividly remember spending a few minutes just overlooking the Liffey and casting judgment on Dublin as a whole.

I don’t think Dublin is a particular pretty city but this particular view was lovely, I was having a nice enough time in Dublin but Dublin was just lacking something. I couldn’t place my finger on it at the time but as nice as it was to be away for a few days, I could easily see myself never returning to Dublin.

Some places you immediately click with, others take a bit of warming to but I just wasn’t feeling it. Nothing tickled my fancy so I wandered back to my hotel and took a nap rather than wander for the sake of wandering – I’d spent most of the day on foot anyway so I’d seen a fair bit of Dublin this morning.

Following a short sleep I was up and back on foot, returning in the direction I’d come from and made my way over to the Guinness Storehouse for my self-guided tour. I was a little early which meant I had to wait for a brief time as they were quite strict on entry time – probably partially due to Covid numbers limiting capacity although as it’s a self-guided tour there’s no time limit on how long you can spend there.

Anyway, shortly after our time slot we were granted entry and I was on my way. Over the course of the tour you learn about how Guinness is made, the history of Guinness and its impact on Dublin and the world. They delve in to the marketing and advertising campaigns over the years and there’s even a section where you learn to pour your own pint – although I didn’t personally do this so it may have been excluded from the tour given Covid was still a big concern at the time.

I have to say it was really enjoyable. I was by no means a huge fan of Guinness but I think even non-Guinness lovers or non-beer lovers will still enjoy a visit here. It was one of the highlights of my time in Dublin. Rounding off the tour and included within the admission price is a free Guinness / drink at the rooftop bar which was a nice way to finish things off.

I ordered a drink and “enjoyed” the views of Dublin. I say enjoyed a tad loosely as although the “Gravity Bar” offers 360 degree views overlooking the city, it’s not the prettiest of cities and I don’t think the views here offer really much of anything worth looking at. Nevertheless there’s a nice atmosphere up there and it was the perfect spot to finish off the afternoon – aided by an unexpected perk upon my visit.

By pure coincidence my afternoon pint was accompanied with a text from my boss back home informing me that I was to receive a payrise!

Now, I don’t want to get in to trouble by suggesting that every visitor to the Guinness Storehouse receives a payrise but it certainly boosted my mood and made my time here all the more memorable. I finished off my Guinness, made my way to ground level and turned my attention to dinner with my new-found riches – it’s worth adding at this point that Ireland is not cheap so it was a welcome boost to the funding of what was a fairly costly trip for somewhere so close to home.

Speaking of close.. I didn’t venture very far from the Guinness Storehouse for food. Just around the corner is a small pub called Harkins which seemed convenient enough. As a reminder to not judge a book by its cover, looking at its exterior I wasn’t particularly encouraged and the Thursday evening crowd also didn’t seem particularly friendly / inviting. I contemplated moving on and trying my luck somewhere else but fortunately I took a chance on it and the Irish stew made up for any reservations I’d had. It was delicious and completely justified me visiting here – an unexpected surprise!

After dinner I headed over to the Temple Bar area. Having discovered I was seemingly immune to any alcoholic effects of Guinness I was looking forward to another night of the black stuff and a little live music to enjoy the evening. I checked out a couple of pubs, including one of the ones I’d visited the night before which hosts live music every evening, before calling it a night and preparing to say goodbye to Dublin. It was almost time to leave!

The next morning I was in a bit of a funk. Truth be told my heart wasn’t in this trip but I didn’t really want to go home either. I was supposed to be leaving for Cork today but looked in to the possibility of staying in Dublin instead, I hadn’t loved Dublin by any means but I also didn’t really fancy moving onwards. I had to fly home from Dublin so I’d be back here anyway and there was a part of me looking for a convenient reason to just stay.

In what can only be described as travel-procrastination I left it as late as possible to check out of my hotel that morning. I was supposed to be in Washington getting married. I didn’t particularly want to go to Cork, didn’t really want to be in Dublin but also didn’t really want to go home. I was stuck and committed to being in Ireland for three more nights. First world problems, eh?

Eventually checking out, I figured I might as well hang around in Dublin long enough to grab some lunch and popped to this nearby place called Urban Brewing which was just around the corner from my hotel.

I’ll start by saying that a quick look at Google shows a scattering of reviews which are very hit and miss – perhaps it’s gone downhill a little since my visit but the negative reviews were not my experience at all. It’s different to your traditional Irish pub perhaps but I liked it and my only regret is I hadn’t come here sooner.

The selection of beer was very good as you’d expect, the staff were friendly and there was just a buzz to the place that made for a really nice atmosphere. Infact it was here that I had somewhat of an epiphany and suddenly I realised what Dublin was lacking. That *thing* that I couldn’t place my finger on the day before whilst overlooking the Liffey.

There are a lot of things to like about Dublin. It’s a nice city, it’s easy to get around, it has some fun and interesting attractions, it’s a good place for eating out and its nightlife is as good a reason as any to visit. My one criticism of Dublin / Ireland would be how expensive it was but that isn’t something that stops me loving London, Paris, New York etc.

For some reason Dublin just wasn’t doing it for me and I didn’t know why. It took until this Friday afternoon to realise that what it had really lacked was people. This is probably true of many destinations but Dublin’s charm and romance if you want to call it that is with its people.

The streets of Dublin had by no means been deserted up to this point. There were people around and seemingly having a nice time but there was Covid repeatedly peeking its head around the corner to remind you of its presence.

It was Friday afternoon though and “weekend mode” was starting to kick in – this brewery had a real buzz. People were chatting and laughing and making their weekend plans whilst enjoying a beer over a long lunch and although I wasn’t necessarily in those groups of people, just being around it gave some actual life to Dublin. I was completely content and it finally gave me some real appreciation for the city.

Suddenly I wanted to stay here in Dublin. The sun was shining, the beer was flowing, laughter surrounded me and the weekend was coming. A weekend in Dublin – maybe this was what I needed for the city to finally win me over.

Alas, just as I’d started considering sacking off going to Cork and staying in Dublin for the weekend it quickly became apparent that it’d be stupidly expensive to do so. A weekend in Dublin is not for the last minute-planner. Even with an unexpected payrise, I couldn’t justify staying in Dublin. I’d finally got excited about being here and that short-lived dream was snatched away from me – “If you have a spare 4 million euros you could probably find a hotel for the night..”

Resigned to my fate I figured I’d at least make the most of my current surroundings and order another beer. What’s the rush to leave this? It’s lovely here, everyone’s having a great time and the sun is shining! Let’s have one more beer!

Eventually I left and made my way over to Dublin’s Heuston station and bought myself a ticket heading to Cork – ready for part two of this Irish adventure!

Reflecting on Dublin a couple of years later it’s hard to say whether I feel much differently. I think I’d be okay with never returning to Dublin. With so many places in the world I’d like to see and so many others that I’d genuinely like to return to, it’s hard to imagine when I’ll get back to Dublin. The one thing in its favour is its proximity to England making it an easy weekend trip but it didn’t blow me away.

Part of that was undoubtedly down to Covid and another factor being my own circumstances. I think there was a part of me that wanted to just go to Ireland to drink and mope so perhaps its unsurprising that I never truly warmed to Dublin.

That’s not to say Dublin doesn’t have its merits too. There were things I enjoyed during the trip, fond memories I have of Dublin and some things I’m glad I got to see and do. Additionally a little like Nashville, the nightlife in some places on an off night is still better than the nightlife in other places on its best night. Experiencing Dublin’s nightlife over a weekend in non-Covid times is probably one of the few reasons I’d make a case for returning.

Will I ever return to Dublin? I really don’t know but at the very least I’d be back here for one more night before flying home. Next up though: Cork!

Stay tuned!

Jason

Dublin – May 2019

Hello dear readers! I promised to be a bit more active this year so I figured I’d get back to talking about some travel. Alas this particular story is needed as a bit of a prequel to tell the next travel tale.

In the last proper travel post on the blog I wrapped up a story of a long-overdue trip to Finland in 2019 and well, what a year 2019 was eh?

To really sell this story though I’ve got to take you to its neighbour year. No, not 2020! Please, nobody wants to remember that year! With the benefit of 2020 sight (HA!) this story might have gone very differently but firstly let’s go back a year.

2018 was the year of the big 3-0! Thirty days celebrating a wedding and a 30th birthday in the good ol’ USA. Thirty days in another country. Thirty days away from thoughts of work and other responsibilities and then it all came crashing down..

This might not be a problem my dear friends in other countries can actually relate to but you see, the problem with taking a thirty day trip is that it eats in to a good chunk of that “small” annual leave we receive here in good ol’ Europe. First world problems but who survives on only five weeks of leave a year!? That’s excluding public holidays, obviously.

Yes. in 2018 I ended up using four weeks of leave for just one trip! I was also in a long distance relationship at the time so early in 2018 I’d already used two weeks of leave to go and visit Haleigh in Washington and *poof* – there went my annual leave for the year! I’d actually bought an extra week through a work scheme to take my leave up to six weeks but naturally it still wasn’t enough.

I landed back in England at the end of August and now what? FOUR months of non-stop work!? Four months without a single day off!? Send help ASAP!

It was bloody miserable. I’m not career-driven at the best of times but four months with no time off? Come on.. if that’s not the true meaning of suffering, I don’t know what is!

Okay, okay.. there might be a chance that people across the globe had it a little tougher than myself. You’d be right to suggest I’m rather fortunate and privileged and have it better than many people going through genuine hard times but as I said, first world problems. In my little bubble this was the real struggle!

My “pain” wasn’t helped by a Champions League draw at the end of August that saw my beloved Spurs visit Eindhoven, Milan and Barcelona in the last few months of 2018.

Long-time followers might recall that “the luck of the draw” had seemingly seen Spurs spend the last few years seeing how many times they could possibly visit Germany. More specifically West Germany in such a small span of time and now we’re going to the likes of the fucking Nou Camp in Barcelona?

That one particularly hurt. It took every ounce of professionalism (not a lot, let’s be honest) to not to pull a sickie and suddenly find myself in sunny Barcelona in the middle of December.

“Why are you so tanned Jason, haven’t you been at home sick!?”

I was gutted to have to go to work and then enviously watch thousands of delirious Spurs fans celebrating up in the gods of the Nou Camp arena – you lucky swines!

The pain of missing out on Barcelona and Milan and Eindhoven was exacerbated by the realisation that my days were numbered. I knew I’d be “hanging up my boots” and stepping back from football in the months ahead. There were a multitude of factors at play, all accumulating to the knowledge that it was time to give it up.

I love football but priorities were changing and it was in my head that come July 2019 I’d have nothing stopping me from joining Haleigh in Washington for a few months. Every decision, every trip, every bit of expenditure was weighted and budgeted with July 2019 in mind. Stick to the budget and get out!

So come the start of 2019 I was torn between a land of budgeting and travel planning. July felt significant but I wasn’t living without some adventure for the first six months. July was the aim on the basis that I could do both and wind up where I wanted to be financially. So I planned and planned and mapped out my first six months of the year – here!

I had calculated that I could keep within my budget and yet still take FOUR trips overseas in the first six months. I was making up for lost time, or dare I say lost travels in the latter part of 2018. I’d struggled throughout the winter months and consequently January payday was my reward.

Payday rolled around and the wheels started turning. Where did I want to go?

Prioritise seeing Haleigh. I booked an Easter getaway to Washington in April
“One” final European adventure with Spurs. My main hope was for Spurs to be playing anywhere but Dortmund. I pleaded with the football gods. Naturally it was Dortmund, West Germany. AGAIN!
After disappointment of not visiting in 2018, I was desperate to book a bank holiday weekend trip to Finland
TWO bank holidays in May = TWO weekends away in May, right?

I had to see Haleigh obviously. As much as longer-term ambitions were figuring out the long-distance stuff, in the short term I still had to get myself to Washington. My next ambition was go and watch Spurs in Europe for what may well be the very last time. Naturally it wasn’t but who could have predicted that happening?

Then I looked to May. One big downside of 2018 was not really having been able to maximise the public holidays. This year I’d booked time off over Easter and then decided I could get away for both bank holidays in May – helped by a payday sandwiched in-between them.

I’d booked flights to go to Helsinki in 2018 and then plans changed. I was gutted so I had to make that right in 2019. It was a no brainer on top of the Washington and football trips. That sorted out the first bank holiday nice and early but what about the second?

I pondered a few options and settled upon visiting Dublin. I’ve seen a fair amount of Europe but ridiculously our neighbours across the sea had always eluded me. So I booked a weekend long getaway to Ireland.

Alas, I didn’t go.

Look, had I known what 2020 was going to serve up then of course I could never have refused such an opportunity to travel but hindsight is a funny thing? Uttering these words twelve months later would have seen me hanged, drawn and quartered but the truth is that I was burnt out.

I gave you the background because the end of 2018 was a real slog. That’s partly the price you pay for a month long trip but I struggled at the back end of 2018 and my two comforts in travel and football had been robbed from me.

I squeezed in a 36 hour trip to Warsaw in November 2018 but that hadn’t really scratched enough of an itch for me. Arriving in Warsaw Saturday lunchtime and then departing on Sunday evening because of the lack of annual leave I had to use, I didn’t have a single day off to even enjoy a weekend long trip properly.

Additionally a temporary football move had robbed me of some of the joy in going to the football. Spurs were in the process of building a new stadium and the temporary home of Wembley just didn’t feel right in comparison to our home back in Tottenham. It shouldn’t have made that much of a difference but it did and discouraged me from going to many games in the first half of the season and particularly through the Winter months. I was more picky about which games I’d go to, as were friends I’d usually go and meet up with.

Lastly my social life just seemed to completely dry up in line with all of these things. I went a good few months where I felt like I was doing virtually nothing and then BAM!

First trip of the year in March! BAM!
Tottenham are heading home in March! BAM!
“Do you fancy hanging out in March?” BAM!
“Fancy our first work do for years on the only weekend you have free?” BAM!
“Midweek get-together?” BAM!

Where were all these plans and people throughout the Winter when I had all of the time and nothing to do? If anything I’d been a little lonely and would have appreciated plans. I’d gone from social hermit for months to being constantly busy for weeks – it was such a contrast.

I’m such an introvert too. I’m a fairly sociable introvert and enjoy doing things but I also largely need some space and time to myself. A little time to recuperate from plans and yet March onwards had just gone in to overdrive.

Köln, Dortmund and Bruges was a lovely escape but by the time the Washington trip came around in April I needed it just to enjoy some quiet time. Spending some time with Haleigh and having a fairly calm break was much needed to then go again for what would be another hectic few weeks.

Helsinki – Amsterdam – Dublin!

“Wait, what? You didn’t mention Amsterdam..”

No, that wasn’t in the calendar. Nor the budget really but wouldn’t you know it? Spurs caught wind of my impending retirement and decided this was the year for a European adventure. I’d meticulously planned out my year and Spurs turned around and said “you can’t walk away now Jason..”

Spurs victory in Dortmund was followed by an unexpected victory over the Mancunians in the next round of the competition. Consequently Spurs were off to Amsterdam for a Champions League semi final on Wednesday the 8th May. Monday 6th naturally being the bank holiday weekend I’d booked to go to Helsinki.

I landed back in England on the 6th after a weekend in Helsinki, slept, went to work on Tuesday and then BAM – overnight bus to Amsterdam for another whirlwind trip.

Of course we’d won in Amsterdam hadn’t we? Victory in the most unbelievable circumstances but we’d done it! Now at the end of May we’d be going to Madrid.

At the end of May! A month in which I had already traveled twice and also had a trip to Ireland to come. Plus work either side of that and football and other social plans and.. and.. and.. BAM!

It was too much!

I’m typically a late packer anyway but on the Friday night before flying to Dublin on the Saturday morning I was done. I think both mentally and physically. I was completely drained of all energy. There was a three day weekend ahead but I just didn’t have it in me to be excited about going away again – life had been nonstop for weeks and dare I say that the two trips this month hadn’t helped.

Washington had been a great breather – it was much needed at the time and broke up the hectic schedule a little bit. I was so grateful for that time with Haleigh but then it immediately went up a few notches.

Had it just been Helsinki to follow I probably could have done it but Helsinki and Amsterdam back-to-back? Ooof!

It wasn’t just a case of being two immediate back-to-back trips either but they were also two emotionally draining trips.

I’m not complaining. I’d go as far to say that the two trips combined made for one of the very best weeks of my life but it was a lot. Going to Helsinki was much more important to me than I’d realised when I booked it at the start of the year. I was SO nervous in the days ahead and I think all that stress and worry and nervousness poured out of me over the course of the weekend.

36 hours later I was in Amsterdam to watch Spurs compete in a HUGE game. One of the biggest in the history of the football club: A first European Cup semi final in 57 years! This was once in a lifetime stuff and wouldn’t you know it, Spurs did it. In the most dramatic of fashions too, a ridiculous comeback clinched in the final seconds of the game!

I spent the rest of the night bawling happy tears in Dam Square – hugging and crying with anyone willing to and there were probably hundreds of takers. It was the greatest night but the second emotionally draining trip of the week let alone the month.

I got back from Amsterdam and immediately threw myself in to another football outing down in London whilst simultaneously making plans for a Champions League final at the end of May – there was no let-up in the schedule and at this point the budget was in pieces too.

Dortmund, Washington, Helsinki, Amsterdam, Dublin, Madrid over the course of a couple of months with endless plans, London trips and work in-between had taken its toll. I’d reached my limitations both physically and mentally.

Dublin or a Champions League final in Madrid? I’d reached breaking point and something had to give.

Looking back I ponder if I could have possibly done both. That was definitely something that ran through my mind a lot during 2020 when we couldn’t do anything – “A year ago you completely bailed on a trip – what were you thinking, idiot!!”

The night before my flight to Dublin I was asked “What time are you leaving tomorrow..? ” and I had nothing to offer. I didn’t know. I hadn’t even packed. I would have time in the morning before heading down to Stansted but my heart wasn’t in it. Another busy weekend running around a new city just didn’t appeal to me.

I think had I actually just got through that initial doubt and hesitancy I probably would have enjoyed Dublin still but at what cost? A week later I’d be going to Spain and by land too – a roadtrip from Peterborough all the way to Madrid. Maybe I’ll enjoy Dublin but would it be at the cost of enjoying the Madrid trip fully?

I’d been to Madrid before but from a football perspective this was a once in a lifetime experience. Tottenham in a Champions League final had never happened before (60+ years of European football) and will likely never happen again if we’re brutally honest.

My dad and his friends have tasted European glory – heading over to Belgium in 1984 for a UEFA Cup final but Europe’s biggest one? This is unchartered territory for every Spurs generation. I had to go to Madrid and so the only question that remained was whether I could do both trips. Madrid was non-negotiable but was Dublin just one trip too many? Had 2019 finally caught up with me?

The answer was yes. I set my alarm on the basis of “this is when I’ll need to leave for the airport” but I woke up on departure day none the wiser if I was going to bother going to Dublin.

In the end I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going. My wait to visit Ireland would have to go on a little longer. This bank holiday weekend would be about doing absolutely nothing – my first free weekend in months and a three day weekend to boot!

And so there’s the other side of travel. I’ve said on the blog before that I often romanticise the places that I visit and Finland in particular was one such trip that I could not do anything but. It was a very special trip for me personally and yet three weeks later I was completely bailing on a trip at the last minute. Things don’t always go to plan and this is one such example where I think not traveling was the right decision and more beneficial to me than had I actually flown to Dublin.

A few days later I was back at work and itching to get away but such is life. Fortunately I knew I’d be heading to Madrid in a few days for a father-son roadtrip and I vividly remember standing in Biarritz pondering why I’d ever want to go back to a normal life in England – just leave me here in the South of France and I’ll live the rest of my days by the sea.

I think it was the right decision. Nevertheless there was still disappointment on not making it to Dublin. I think the decision was helped by being so close to England, I don’t think I’d have bailed on somewhere a bit more far-flung across the globe but Ireland is definitely one of those “it’s only an hour away..” kind of destinations that always feels within reach.

Obviously 2020 offered little opportunity to travel and 2021 was little better. Covid wreaked havoc with many a travel plan including our own wedding. One country I did manage to visit in 2021 however was none other than Ireland. More on that next time!

Stay tuned!

Jason

Finland: An introduction

Hey there dear readers! Last time out on the blog I hinted that my next post would be about my trip to Finland but before I delve in to that, I thought it’d be good to give you a little bit of background so I’m giving you a bonus post this week to whet the appetite a bit.

Some of you will already know this but I grew up living with a Finnish grandmother and consequently Finland was always a country which held interest for me. Truthfully, I wish that I’d shown more interest whilst she was still here. I’m sure that she had many great stories of life in Finland and it would have been nice to have been better connected to that heritage but I was a kid when she died and perhaps didn’t fully appreciate that luxury at the time.

Nevertheless Finland was always somewhere close to my heart and any vague connection to Finland pleased me. Be it vague Finland mentions in a movie, Lordi winning the Eurovision Song Contest or Tottenham’s first Finn (Teemu Tainio) representing the football club – I’ve always felt that little bit closer to the country when I see the country venturing in to popular culture.

Teemu’s arrival at Spurs was particularly pleasing. I’d grown up watching legendary Finns such as Jari Litmanen and Sami Hyypia play for clubs such as Liverpool but to see a Finn playing for Spurs, not long after my Grandma’s death, made me instantly connect and root for Teemu.

That Finnish heritage has meant that Finland has always been a country that I’ve wanted to visit. It was a dream destination for me to one day visit Finland. My sister shares that same dream and we’ve lived off of the scraps and stories we’ve heard from family that have visited (Dad, Aunt and one of Grandma’s brothers).

Speaking of the latter, every year as kids myself and Natasha would receive a phonecall directly from Lapland. “Santa was on the phone ready to wish us Merry Christmas”.

How cool is that? Santa had our home phone number and phoned every year! Apparently he had a really good relationship with Grandma!

Anyway, I’ve always wanted to visit. I’ve come close a couple of times in the past but both of those ideas fell through. In August 2014 Tottenham arranged to play a friendly against Scottish team ‘Celtic’ in Helsinki – a weird location for such a fixture but a tempting excuse for a visit to Finland.

In the end I thought better of it. Did I really want my first trip to Finland to be football related? Perhaps had it been Finnish opposition but a battle of Britain game?? Being a friendly in a foreign country I couldn’t envisage much trouble between the two sets of supporters, nor much interest in either set of fans actually traveling to Finland but nevertheless a trip with a bunch of drunken British football fans didn’t quite appeal enough to make my first Finland visit.

A few years later I booked myself flights to Helsinki. I was running low on annual leave in 2018 but the dates fell really nicely for a New Years trip to Finland at the end of the year.

Alas Haleigh decided to make her first visit to England at the end of that year so that plan quickly fell apart. I contemplated whether myself and Haleigh go but then remembered that I’d also actually RSVP’d to a 31st December wedding so abandoned any hopes of celebrating the New Year in Finland.

There was definitely a twinge of disappointment at missing out on my first trip to Finland. Come the first payday of 2019 I was adamant that I’d be going to Finland this year. I worked out my budget for the first six months of the year, mapped out my travel plans (here) and booked myself that flight to Helsinki – a three day bank holiday getaway! Hurrah!

I was so excited to finally be going to Finland but I had such a busy start to 2019 that it was kind of easy to forget about until nearer the time. I’d had a pretty quiet end to 2018 where nothing seemed to be going on and then 2019 went completely the other way.

My social life went in to overdrive, Tottenham’s new stadium opened their doors which brought back an enthusiasm to going to the football. I visited Germany, Belgium and the USA in the first four months of the year. It was a crazy, crazy few months that seemed to absolutely fly by.

I returned from Washington at the end of April and sure enough, the first May bank holiday was just a few days later. I was sad to leave Haleigh behind in Washington yet again but so excited for a trip to Finland in just SIX days! I’d barely stepped foot in England and was off on my travels again for the first of three, maybe four trips in May!

and then for the first time in my life it really dawned on me that I was going to Finland. It’s hard to explain but as much as I felt connected to Finland, it had always been a bit of an illusion. A place of magic and fantasy.

Finland was my dream destination and although I’d ticked off other dream destinations such as Sydney or New York City, I don’t think I really realised how much visiting Finland meant to me until the week leading up to the trip.

Finland was no longer a mythical country that I’d only ever dreamed about – my European Disneyland. It was flawless. I loved Finland without having ever stepped foot in the country.

Now I was actually going – “Fuck..”

I liken it to Disneyland and I don’t even know that I’m exaggerating there because in 30+ years on Earth it had never crossed my mind that Finland was anything other than perfect. It’d be easy to assume that’s childish delusion but then as you grow older you learn more about the world and Finland ranks high on a number of issues – education, environment, blah, blah, blah. Finland is perfect!

Then a couple of days beforehand the thought crossed my mind – “what if it’s not?”

It was a question that I’d never asked myself until now – days before going to Finland. You don’t want to take your kids to Disneyland only to find out that Mickey’s a bit of a dick. You’d be better never taking them to Disney and believing what you want to believe rather than learn a reality and have their dreams and beliefs shattered.

“Mum, does Mickey hate me? Does Mickey hate children..?” – Ooof, heart-breaking.

FYI I absolutely believe Disney is a magical place and does a fabulous job of selling that. Mickey is also lovely, obviously, but you get the point.

What if instead of being the 12/10 destination that I’d always known, Finland was only actually an eight? Or dare I say a two or a three? What’s Helsinki going to be like? Am I going to like the food? Are the people going to be friendly? Everyone says Finns are standoffish and reserved. Am I going to HATE Finland?

Any traveler will tell you that you don’t love everywhere that you visit. There are some places on my travels that didn’t wow me or I just didn’t seem to connect with. What if Finland was to become one of those countries for me? All of my beliefs about Finland were now unraveling right in front of me.

I came to the realisation that if Finland wasn’t as perfect as I’d always believed it to be that I was going to be crushed, heartbroken even. I wasn’t prepared for that. Nobody ever tells you that your dream destination might not pan out as you’d hoped.

Where there should have been excitement for this trip, I was now petrified. The nerves had taken over. In my head there was SO much pressure on Finland to deliver and just keep my Disneyland vibes intact.

I couldn’t shake the feeling leading up to departure. I’d stayed in a hotel at Heathrow on Friday night which made traveling very easy the following morning. On Saturday I went to the airport where usually any jitters evaporate but in my head the over-thinking was still eating away at me.

“What if I don’t go..?”
“You’re at the bloody airport Jason..”

The gate number pops up on the screen at Heathrow. Still plenty of time to change my mind but I wander over to my gate nonetheless. There’s a little wait before we can board and I’m just sat in a nearby seat – legs visibly shaking, head all over the place.

“Nervous flyer..?”
“No, nervous Finlander..”

It’s easily the most nervous I’ve ever been before taking off. This trip had the potential to shatter every illusion I had ever held about Finland. My nerves settled enough for me to at least board – window seat!

It was quite nice flying in Europe on anything other than Ryanair or Easyjet – my go-to for European adventures but on this occasion I was “treated” to a first flight with Finnair.

Would I love Finland, would I loathe Finland? Who knows but either way this was it. I was going! A few hours later I’d be landing in Helsinki and I’d be getting my first taste of a country I’ve dreamed of visiting for a lifetime.

More on that in the next post. Stay tuned!

Jason

Happy New Year!

There’s a lot that could be said about 2020 but I’m going to focus purely on the blogging side and say that for the most part, I was a bad blogger in 2020!

Not that this is really anything more than a hobby but still, after coming back from Washington in April I was pretty inconsistent in my blogging and pretty inconsistent in my blog-reading too.

Regardless of that I really do appreciate this community and the many of you that make this a much more enjoyable experience. Thanks for sticking around in 2020 and continuing to make this as fun as it is!

I’m optimistic I’ll be much better on both fronts this year but this post is short and sweet and I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year! Happy blogging and I hope all your blogging dreams come true this year! Haha!

Take care and speak soon!

Jason

Gibraltar – Oct 2020

Hello my dear readers, welcome back to another post! Can you believe it? I’m posting twice within a week – incredible!

After a little hiatus, last time out on the blog I provided a little update and promised that I’d post about my recent trip to Gibraltar! Here’s that post!

I’d never been to Gibraltar before, nor had I really had that much interest in going to Gibraltar. Of course I want to visit everywhere in the world but I definitely feel like it ended up being a Covid-influenced decision. As I explained in my last post, with so many travel restrictions currently I found myself torn between staying in the UK, visiting Turkey or visiting Gibraltar with my few days of annual leave.

I’ve been itching to visit Turkey for a little while now but something swayed me towards Gibraltar instead. A few days after booking my trip Turkey went on the quarantine list so that was a big relief.

As for the UK.. well, the less said about the Covid situation in the UK at the moment the better. Ironically a trip to Gibraltar seemed safer than visiting anywhere within my own country – ridiculous!

Once everything was booked my excitement did start to build. It had been six months since I’d been abroad and indeed six months since I’d been to Heathrow. I opted to stay in an airport hotel on the Wednesday night and then fly out of terminal 5 at around midday on Thursday – not too early so I got a bit of a lay in on Thursday morning.

Heathrow was inevitably a bit busier than my arrival back in April but was still far from normal capacity. I passed through security pretty quickly and went on the hunt for breakfast. My usual pre-flight spot is at Huxley’s with some pancakes and a pot of tea but they were seemingly closed – I’m hoping this is just temporary but in the meantime I had to settle for breakfast at ‘Spoons’. They had a few screens up between tables and table service so adhering to the Covid measures in place. In fairness to Wetherspoons, they’ve actually encouraged ordering via an app for a long time so have been a little “ahead of the game” on that front.

Anyway, a short while later it was time to fly. Boarding was pretty smooth and done from the back of the plane by row order, I lucked out on the way to Gibraltar with an aisle seat and nobody sat in the middle. However it was generally a full-capacity flight and most rows had every seat full, just worth keeping in mind for anybody pondering how busy flights are at the moment – masks were mandatory and there seemed to be no fuss on that part at least.

I landed in Gibraltar a few hours later. Before you’re allowed to enter Gibraltar you have to complete a passenger-locator form. You can do this online once you’ve checked in for your flight, it surprised me how many hadn’t done this before arrival. They check every single passenger so you’re better off doing it beforehand rather than stood huddled together filling out a form in the arrival hall.

Anyway, I’d finally arrived in a very warm and sunny Gibraltar. You can get a taxi to your accommodation or there’s a bus stop not too far from the airport that will take you in to the centre of the country but with glorious weather I decided to walk to my hotel.

The very Northern point of Gibraltar to the very Southern point of Gibraltar is about 6 kilometers in length so it’s a really walkable country. The airport is in the very North of the country so you want to head South, in direction of that big ol’ rock, to get in to Gibraltar. You’ll know which way you need to go because the border crossing in to Spain is right in front of you when you come out of the airport and the rock is behind you and unmissable haha.

Interestingly to get in to the main part of Gibraltar you have to cross the runway which you’ve just flown in on. It’s quite unique and they’ll stop crossings when a plane is due to land or depart.

I walked in direction of the rock and even getting a little lost I’d soon arrived in what I considered to be the heart and soul of the country – Casemates Square. The square had a bit of a buzz and life to it. Additionally it’s in a really picturesque location so my first impressions of Gibraltar were good. I already felt like I was going to enjoy Gibraltar.

Gibraltar Casemates Daytime — Casemates Square

I think it was about 4-4:30 when I landed so by the time I’d walked in to Gibraltar I was ready to check in to my hotel and drop my things off. A friend had recommended a couple of places and I opted to stay at the Elliott Hotel which proved to be a good decision as it was a lovely hotel and in a really good location in relation to everywhere else in Gibraltar. I dropped my things off, relaxed for a little bit and then freshened up to head out and find some dinner.

I decided I’d stay pretty local. A friend over on Instagram lives in Gibraltar at the moment and had kindly sent a bunch of recommendations over to me – one of those was ‘The Skull’ which was just around the corner from my hotel so seemed particularly ideal on my first night given I’d yet to get my bearings with where things were.

Gibraltar The Skull — The Skull, Gibraltar

True to its name, everything at this little bar was Skull themed! Skull designed flooring, skulls lining the bar, skull-shaped lightbulbs, skull-inspired artwork and even skull-themed dishes. My chips turned up in a skull-designed glass, as did my cocktail that followed dinner haha. It was a nice little place and a good spot for my first evening. It was pretty empty though which surprised me a bit given England and Wales were playing eachother in the football and this particular bar were televising the game – admittedly another incentive for me to visit on my first night.

There’s no curfew in Gibraltar, unlike the UK currently, but because there were so few customers they didn’t stay open late. I was assured it’d be a bit more lively on Friday evening but with an early kicking-out time I had a little wander through Gibraltar to see what else was local to where I was staying.

In all honesty I was aiming for the waterfront but after little success finding it I admitted defeat. I didn’t really see anything else of particular interest on my wander so just headed back to my hotel and called it a night, ready to explore and get a proper glimpse of Gibraltar in the morning.

I woke up on Friday morning to darkness which was quite confusing. I thought it must still be early in the morning but even at 7, 7:30 in the morning it’s dark outside. The sun didn’t rise until about 8:30 in the morning which I found a little unsettling and also a little demotivating to get myself up and raring to go. I reckon I’d have been up and raring to go a bit earlier but instead I rolled over and went back to sleep, I wasn’t heading out to explore whilst it was still so dark.

Unfortunately this became a bit of a ‘bad habit’ if there’s such a thing on holiday. As much as I’d want to get my day going I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed before the sun was up. It was probably closer to 10 or 11am by the time I’d left my hotel and it felt like such a waste of my morning. I went and found a place to grab some breakfast but the slow start had set the tone for the rest of the day.

It ended up being a really relaxed day. There were a few things I wanted to do whilst in Gibraltar but none set for any particular day, I was largely winging it and just seeing where things took me.

Ultimately Friday just became a familiarisation day that allowed me to get my bearings with where things are in Gibraltar. I’d not had much chance to do so yet but I kind of used it to earmark where I’d spend the next few days. By the afternoon I’d wound up at the popular ‘Ocean Village’.

I wouldn’t call it a village as such but it’s where you’ll find a lot of the nightlife in Gibraltar. There’s a host of restaurants and bars floating above the water, joined by a variety of boats and yachts including the impressive ‘Sunborn’ which you can stay on and is also home to a casino.

I liked Ocean Village but it probably does cater more towards the tourists. That said, I was a tourist so found myself an outside seat at one of the bars and refreshed myself with a beer or two. Keen not to stay in one spot all day I did drag myself away from the temptation to just sit in the sun all afternoon and wandered back through the streets of Gibraltar before making my way back to Casemates Square.

As I said above, it really is the heart and soul of Gibraltar in my mind. You’ve got tourists and the locals intertwined and it makes for a really nice atmosphere and is also perfect for people-watching!

I must have arrived sometime between 3pm – 4pm because there was a huge collection of school children running around enjoying themselves whilst the cafes, pubs and restaurants were slowly filling up for the evening.

Due to a late breakfast I’d skipped lunch and found myself in that peckish dilemma of “is it too late for lunch / too early for dinner?” before eventually deciding I was too hungry to wait. I took a seat at the Italian restaurant ‘Tramonte Ristorante’ and treated myself to a pizza which ended up being pretty good!

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, I didn’t do anything particularly noteworthy but I felt a lot more comfortable with where things were and the quickest ways to get around. I ended up getting a rather early night, particularly for a Friday, keen to make a better go of exploring on Saturday.

A few people knowing I was in Gibraltar had asked if I’d “seen the monkeys yet” and I’d decided going to the top of the rock was my plan for Saturday. However I sensibly took a look at the forecast and whilst warm, it looked like it was going to be a cloudy day and I thought better of it so instead I decided I’d head on down to ‘Europa Point’ at the Southern tip of Gibraltar.

With a bit of a walk ahead of me I kicked off my morning at this little cafe down the street from my hotel. Having missed out at Heathrow I ended up getting some pancakes which was the perfect way to start the day. I was then off on my journey “down South”.

The walk was a little over 2 miles, nothing too strenuous and most of it is coastal too so I’d definitely recommend walking it rather than hopping on a bus. There isn’t too much traffic so it’s a decent walk and offers some really pretty views of the coast and Spain to the West.

Along the way I stumbled upon public outdoor pool areas, some interesting historic buildings and structures and even a little waterfall which I really wasn’t expecting. It’s not a particularly long walk but it’s definitely easy to get distracted along the way which might slow you down a bit haha.

Eventually I reached this long dark tunnel which you have to pass through (coming this route anyway..) which seemed to go on for a bit longer than I was expecting.

As soon as you come out of the tunnel you’ll see a gorgeous mosque on your left. Unfortunately it seemed to be closed so there wasn’t an opportunity to take a look inside but I made sure to grab a couple of photos from the outside.

By this point you’re pretty much at Europa Point and the lighthouse on the Southern coast of Gibraltar.

Europa Point was probably my favourite part of Gibraltar. I think it just really resonated with the traveler within me. Just across the water was the North African coast and it just left me mesmerised!

Gibraltar Europa Point — You can vaguely see the outline of Africa, much more visible on a clear day!

On a clearer day it’d be so much more visible, my photos don’t do it any justice but Africa was right there! It’s one thing crossing state lines or country borders but to be stood in Gibraltar with Spain on my right and Africa in front of me – wow!

It was mindblowing in some ways. I came here fully aware of that fact so it’s not like it was a surprise but I couldn’t help but transport myself to historic times and put myself in that mindset. I just pictured being stood in Gibraltar with the curiosity and mystery of “hey.. what’s over there?” – “that’s Africa..”

Even now, with the world so accessible and with so much knowledge of other places Africa has that mystery. It was my hope to get to Morocco this year and it obviously didn’t pan out, much like Turkey, so this is the closest I’ve come to stepping on African soil. You can get a little closer in parts of Spain but realistically I knew this was as close as I’m ever likely to get to Africa without stepping in Africa.

I have a habit of romanticising travel, perhaps too much at times, but I was stood there looking across the water and definitely had that “pinch me” moment. There’s so much I don’t know about Africa and I think those of us from the Western world in general are guilty of that.

I found myself completely swept up in the lure of Africa. There’s not a huge amount in the vicinity of Europa Point but I think I could have just sat there all day day-dreaming. It’s a sight and experience you have to make time for in Gibraltar.

Also at Europa Point you’ll find a lighthouse and then a university. The university seemed very sports focused and it’s probably of little shock that I found myself drawn to the Europa Point stadium. It’s in such a stunning location with the rock and its surroundings providing a gorgeous background. Again, I think if I was ever playing on that pitch I’d just get lost within the scenery.

“Jason.. what are you doing? You’ve just let them score!”

Gibraltar Europa Point Stadium — Europa Point Stadium, Gibraltar

Dragging myself away from Europa Point I embarked on a coastal walk. The sun was beginning to make an appearance and it’s just a beautiful place to go for a wander. I stopped every so often to take photos of the views but my intended destination was Gorham’s Cave Complex – a World Heritage site.

This was a bit of a last minute decision. I’d only considered it once I realised how close it was to Europa Point. My lack of preparation meant I didn’t know that it was closed at the weekend so I arrived to find locked gates and subsequently no opportunity to see the cave complex on this particular trip. I turned back and took a slow walk back in to the heart of Gibraltar, via Europa Point again of course.

With the sun finally shining I did ponder whether I could squeeze in a trip up to the top of the rock and tick off both landmarks in one day. However in the end I took a more relaxed approach and decided I’d leave the Rock until tomorrow.

Thinking that it might be time to find somewhere for some food I made my way over to ‘Queensway Quay’ which is a gorgeous little harbour-like area with a handful of restaurants overlooking the water with numerous yachts and pretty boats parked on the docks.

This was somewhere that you’d probably be less inclined to just stumble upon unless you were actively looking for it so it felt a little less touristy than somewhere like Ocean Village. I found myself a table sat outside, ordered some beer and grabbed myself a late lunch whilst overlooking the harbour.

By this point I was pretty smitten with Gibraltar and I’d returned to day-dreaming, this time as a boat owner living the dream life in the sun. Sod going back to Corona-land, I was staying here.

Essentially this was the “South of France..” or “retire in Spain..” lifestyle but with the added boost of a common language. I sat people-watching and this cute couple were sat just infront of me seemingly making the best of their honeymoon. The, socially-distanced, table to the right was an older couple and it wasn’t long before the four of them had become acquainted and friendly and spent the next hour or so chatting.

There’s only one way I’d know that so no need to guess how I spent the next couple of hours. People-watching, sunshine, beers, pretty views, no responsibilities.. what more could you want? It felt almost like living in an alternative reality – “this is what life looks like in a country tackling Covid effectively..”. I was equally bliss and resentful. I was in no rush to leave Gibraltar and just wanted to soak up this feeling.

Eventually I opted to have a wander elsewhere and just get lost within the old town. Despite the huge rock that towers over Gibraltar, it’s such a walkable country and it’s nice to just wander aimlessly and see what you stumble upon. After a while I returned to the hotel to freshen up and relax for a bit before pondering where to spend the evening.

I decided I’d go and grab dinner around Casemates Square and find myself a nice spot to soak up the atmosphere. It’s a lovely spot to watch the sun go down and do some more people-watching. For a Saturday evening it wasn’t overly busy which surprised me a little but there was enough of a buzz that it kept me entertained.

I wasn’t in a rush to call it a night but fancied a change of scenery so thought I’d take a better glimpse at Ocean Village’s own nightlife. Again it wasn’t swarming with people but a little busier than it had been when I passed through on Wednesday. There’s a number of restaurants / bars that you can grab a drink at.

I started off at one bar that had been recommended to me and also had cheap cocktails. I was only going to grab the one cocktail but with a 2-for-1 offer it seemed silly not to have two. I was a little disappointed however that you couldn’t mix-and-match which would have allowed me to try two different cocktails. The bar in general wasn’t really my kind of place either, not solo anyway and it just wasn’t the vibe I was after.

I finished off my cocktails and swiftly moved on. Unlike in the UK currently, there’s no curfew in Gibraltar so I wasn’t having to glance at the clock for a 10pm close. I wandered over to another bar in the Ocean Village which I’d heard were really good for craft beers / ales.

That’s the one possible disappointment and, dare I say, gap in the market as far as Gibraltar is concerned. I decided early on in the trip that I was buying a boat and opening a brewery in Gibraltar because it stuns me that there are no breweries in Gibraltar – not one!

You won’t find locally-made beers in Gibraltar, they’re all imported and generally your options are San Miguel or Heineken in most places you visit – I generally opted for San Miguel but with how popular craft beers are right now it really surprises me. With the weather and dining-out style culture it is the perfect country for better beers and Gibraltar is seriously lacking in that department.

So I was looking forward to finishing off my evening by visiting somewhere that prided themselves on their craft beer selection. Sadly it doesn’t matter how good your menu is if none of the beers are in stock! I was bitterly disappointed. In the end I took my chance on a fruity gin. I’ve never really drunk gin but when better to try it than on holiday? It went down alright and I’m probably more pro-gin than I was before the trip. It was a beautifully decorated bar too so was a nice way to end the evening.

Sunday morning started like the two before it – pitch black! I’d continually wake up raring to go and the lack of sunlight ends up being so demotivating – back to sleep! I woke up a little while later and got myself ready to go up the rock.

I repeatedly debated whether I should climb it by foot or cheat and take the cablecar up. I unsurprisingly opted for the latter and I can’t say I have any regrets. It’s just so much more convenient haha.

At the top you’ve got 360 degree views overlooking the entire country and beyond. It’s definitely the ‘must-do’ of any trip to Gibraltar. It’s also where you’ll find the only wild monkeys in Europe!

I’ll be honest, I thought there’d be much more of them based on stuff I’d read. There were a handful fooling around but not that many. I was one of the earliest people to go up though so perhaps they’re more prominent later in the day when there are more tourists to steal goodies from. Not that I minded too much, I was happy they kept a good distance from me haha.

The views are spectacular and there’s a few other attractions dotted around such as the ‘Skywalk’ or the Windsor suspension bridge. Rather than take the cablecar back down I decided I’d walk down and tick off a few of the points of interest.

The area I probably spent the most time exploring was the ‘great siege tunnels’ in the lower part of the Rock area. It went in to a bit more of the history of Gibraltar which was interesting to read about. It was still pretty early so I had it pretty much all to myself so I could take a bit more time and get some fun photos too!

Outside of the tunnels there’s a couple more cool viewpoints but it was pretty much all downhill from there. I’d definitely recommend going early in the day, it was slowly getting busier on my way down than it had been when I’d first gone up.

By the time I’d made my way down the steps in to the old town I was feeling a bit peckish and I was really hoping to find a decent Sunday roast somewhere. I ended up going to ‘The Clipper’ and it was really, really good. Definitely worth a visit if you’re in Gibraltar on a Sunday, it was really good value too for the quality and quantity of food they served up.

After stuffing myself with food I wandered back over to where I’d started the day. Right by where you ride the cablecar is the botanical gardens and I was keen to have a wander through the gardens, I probably should have done so before I’d rode the cablecar up but I hadn’t really anticipated walking back down haha.

The botanical gardens are free to visit and definitely worthwhile visiting for that reason alone. I was expecting it to be a little busier given it was a Sunday afternoon by this point but it was still pretty quiet. Again, I wasn’t going to complain. It just meant I could enjoy a peaceful wander through and admire how pretty it is. I’m sure if I was a local I’d spend many an afternoon here and it wasn’t long before I’d found a bench to sit back, relax and admire the surroundings.

The gardens aren’t particularly huge so eventually I’d covered pretty much all of it and went back to wandering the streets of Gibraltar. By this point I’d pretty much seen all of Gibraltar that I’d wanted to, it’s worth remembering it’s a pretty small country and I’d ticked off the two big things I wanted to see in terms of the Rock and Europa Point. The rest of my Sunday was pretty chilled.

Sunday was my last night in Gibraltar so I wanted to end it by enjoying what felt like my “last taste of freedom”. I think Gibraltar is the kind of destination that I’d enjoy in normal circumstances. I think it had the perfect balance and feel of being a European destination but with a nice dusting of British influence on it that made it really appealing to me. Boat jokes aside, it’s somewhere I could easily see myself living.

That’s in normal circumstances of course. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I was lucky enough to have been able to escape for a few days but perhaps unfortunate enough that it had given me a taste of normality. Gibraltar had been perfect but left me feeling more resentful of what I was going home to.

I really liked Gibraltar but there was definitely a part of me that pondered how could you not in a pandemic? This was as normal as life had felt in a long time and I was desperate to cling on to that feeling of normality.

I treated myself to a steak on the last night in a restaurant over in Ocean Village. It proved to be a perfect spot to watch the sun go down accompanied with a beer. It was a world away from life back in England. I moved on to another bar, had another couple of cocktails and was trying to enjoy this final night for as long as possible. I even stayed out beyond 10pm – wild!

Sadly, it eventually it had to come to an end and was time to call it a night. Monday morning was really a struggle. The only part of Gibraltar I hadn’t really explored was its East coast and I had contemplated going over to Catalan Bay beach which the barman on my first night had said I’d have to visit.

However I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. Luckily I didn’t have to check out until midday but I just wasn’t ready to go, to leave this false life and return to the normality of a pandemic. My slump wasn’t helped by the fact I knew the UK government were implementing new lockdown measures today and I was fearing the worst.

That’s not to say I didn’t think those measures were needed but to be in a relatively Covid-secure country and returning to a country that was spiraling out of control was difficult to accept on this particular occasion.

Regardless of how gloomy I felt about returning to the UK, what was the alternative? I checked out as close to noon as possible and figured I’d just go grab some lunch somewhere. Catalan Bay would have to wait until a future visit to Gibraltar, I only had a couple of hours left and didn’t want to go too far out my way.

Ocean Village’s proximity to the airport made it an ideal lunch spot and location to soak in the last few rays of sunshine before I had to say goodbye. Ordinarily I’m a “get-to-the-airport-early” kind of traveler but I did hold back a bit on this occasion.

Admittedly I knew Gibraltar’s airport was pretty small and that only one flight was departing Gibraltar so there wasn’t going to be a huge rush at the airport but the reality is I was still clinging on – just one more beer..

I slowly made my way back to the airport, again opting to walk. It’s only about 10-15 minutes from Ocean Village on foot. My later departure meant I got stopped at the runway crossing as we had to wait for a flight to land before they opened up the road to traffic and pedestrians – a nice little novelty experience to round off the trip.

The flight home was full on this occasion and soon enough I’d landed back in a wet London, Gibraltar’s sunshine was a distant memory.

As for those UK measures I’d been concerned about? The good news is they were much more lenient than I’d anticipated. I’d really feared the worst and I was surprised to discover that as far as my area of the UK was concerned it was “business as usual” and the measures in place were unchanged. It perked me up a little bit from my mood that morning.

The bad news? Well.. the measures were much more lenient than I’d anticipated. It was in equal part good and bad news. There was an air of inevitability about what had to happen to get this virus under control again in the UK and unbelievably it seemed that memo didn’t quite get as far as Downing Street.

As much as I loved Gibraltar I’m left pondering when we’re ever going to reach that point in the UK where life can resemble some form of reality again. Gibraltar was a wonderful trip but also a difficult one as it took me back to happier times and I wasn’t quite ready to give that up.

Anyway, I’ve rambled plenty so time to wrap up this post! I’m sure Gibraltar is a place I’ll return to but next time on the blog I’ll be continuing on with the “big 3-0” trip.

Stay tuned!

Jason

Thessaloniki – August 2017

I kicked off ‘Jason Likes To Travel’ back in April 2017, some of you have been along for the ride and for some of you this might be the very first post of mine you’ve read! If so, welcome! I hope you stick around!

Anyway, I’m not somebody who really dwells on the past, likewise I don’t worry too much about the future. I try and keep myself in the present but sometimes it’s nice to reflect and it was one of the motivations that really kick-started this blog. I think any blogger is hoping their content is read and enjoyed, I was certainly no different in that respect but I also think there was an element of doing this for me. I wanted somewhere I could reminisce and document my travels and so ‘Jason Likes To Travel’ was born.

What relevance does any of this have to Thessaloniki? Apologies to new readers, not aware of my ability to go off on a bit of a tangent, but I am getting to the point – I promise!

You see, last time out on the blog I wrote about my trip to Hamburg in May 2017. You can catch up on that (here) but the eagle-eyed among you will notice the timing. That’s right! I was a newbie travel blogger! I came back from Hamburg desperate to get the next holiday booked but I was also in somewhat of a reflective mood. I was planning blog posts and content, reminiscing to travels of the past and before I knew it a pattern had emerged.

“Hang on a second.. forget the next holiday. When was the last holiday?”

Don’t get me wrong, I loved Hamburg and afterwards I was thinking about all of the other amazing places I’d been to in the past few years. Sydney, New York City, Berlin.. city, city, city..

Were they holidays? That’s not me being ungrateful. I’m so appreciative of the places I’ve been to, I also love a city break and they’re typically my preferred type of break but are they really holidays? Does rushing around Vienna in 24 hours constitute as a holiday? Was 3 days in Budapest long enough? I’d spent four years rushing around various cities, obviously enjoying myself, but where was the “break” in the city break? Where was the holiday? Maybe they should be called city rushes instead.

Although that might be a little more accurate, perhaps a little less successful on the marketing front. Nevertheless it did get it in to my head that, with 2017’s summer approaching, my next trip should be a proper holiday. I wanted a birthday treat in August. With that said there was specific criteria and restrictions I placed on such a trip.

First and foremost, I wanted a birthday treat but didn’t want it to actually overlap with my birthday. I wanted to ensure I was home in time for the football season. I wanted to visit somewhere warm, a place with a pool and also visit a country I hadn’t been to before!

With my birthday on the 7th and the football season starting on the 12th I’d restricted myself to just four days (Aug 8th – 11th) which pretty much restricted any adventures to a European trip. Not necessarily a problem but August is the busiest and most expensive month to go anywhere in Europe. Likewise the cheapest places to visit were all countries I’d been to (Spain, France, Portugal). The one exception perhaps being Ireland but who takes a “summer holiday” to Ireland? No.. I had to keep looking.

After looking at various accommodation options and flights that ticked the right boxes I eventually found myself a deal I was happy with in a place called Thessaloiniki. “Where is Thessaloniki” I hear you ask, well it’s a city in Greece!

“A city..?”

Alright, you caught me! I’ll admit the irony wasn’t lost on me in that my quest to find myself a “holiday destination” to avoid “another city break” still resulted with me booking essentially a city break. Oops!

The other criteria held up though. It was a new country, I’d booked a nice hotel with a rooftop pool, it was a place I knew nothing about so I had no long list of stuff to see. It was genuinely going to be a relaxing break! Hopefully..

Anyway, all booked! Tuesday 8th of August to Friday 11th of August. On the Tuesday I made my way over to Stansted for an afternoon flight. I was sticking to the relaxed ethos of the trip, for once I decided I wasn’t going to get an early morning flight. I still had three days to enjoy in Greece.

So onwards to Stansted I went and the holiday could begin! There was a bit of delay to my flight but on the plus side I had been allocated a window seat by Ryanair and even better, the seat next to me was vacant so I got treated to a rare piece of “Ryanair luxury” in being able to stretch out a bit. A few hours later we were landing in Thessaloniki.

By this point of the evening it was already getting dark so I didn’t mess about in navigating my way to my hotel, I just jumped in a taxi to take me there. From the outside it appeared to be a nice hotel, not five star or anything but it was a good first impression.

Check in was quick and easy. Friendly too! The receptionist welcoming me quickly complimented me on my dress sense. It puzzled me somewhat as I wasn’t wearing anything beyond the ordinary. I was just in a t-shirt, pair of jeans and a pair of converse but it put me in a good mood heading up to my room nonetheless.

I didn’t really do anything with the rest of my evening. It wasn’t particularly late but I didn’t want to go wandering too far given it was dark so I just settled for relaxing and getting a bit of an early night. The holiday could start properly tomorrow!

On Wednesday morning I headed down for breakfast at the hotel, there was a buffet of sorts (no Weetabix) which got me going for the day. Afterwards I headed on out to get my first proper look at the city, wandering down towards Thessaloniki’s port and seafront which was a short walk away from the hotel.

Thessaloniki40 — The “strip” – just a long road of bars/restaurants

Along the seafront is essentially a “strip” – a long line of buildings which were I think pretty much all either a bar or restaurant of some sort. I wandered along as far as Thessaloniki’s White Tower which given the heat seemed far enough to walk for the time-being. Closeby was this fairly tall statue which I had a little gander at and suddenly I was being approached by this little Asian man who wanted me to take a photo of him.

Did the respective heights and nationality need clarifying? You’d be forgiven for thinking no but absolutely! This guy wanted me to take his photo, for all I know he was speaking to me in Greek but there was a clear language barrier between us so communication was at a minimal amount.

I sized up a vertical photo and he begins waving at me in protest. I find it fascinating how we don’t let the lack of a common language stop us from communicating, it was clear he was basically saying to me “other way..”

I understood but my problem was their respective sizes. I tried to advise this wasn’t going to work but he was stubborn and refused to accept a landscape shot just wasn’t going to work. This statue was towering over him and I was desperate to try and get my point across but I reluctantly submitted to his wishes. .

“Okay, so I’m either chopping off half of the statue or half of your body – which would you prefer?”

After taking a couple of photos I somehow got the message across that now we were going to do it my way. Oh, look at that. All of you is in the picture with the statue! Why didn’t we think of this earlier?

I handed him his phone back but he gave no real indication if he was happy with the photos or not. I didn’t really stick around to find out in truth, Hopefully when looking back at the photos he realised what I was trying to say, failing that he flagged down some other poor soul to do a better job but either way I was out of there. I had come to relax and wasn’t about to let tourists start stressing me out.

That debacle added to the heat led to me deciding to find somewhere to grab a drink. Honestly, I looked at the time and thought it might be a tad early for an alcoholic beverage. I looked to the others sat dining for comfort but with little success so I settled for getting a ‘mocktail’ instead which was some sort of peach and mango concoction. It was good though!

After a quick refresher I decided I’d head back to the hotel for a swim. I had actually hoped to get an early morning swim in but it turned out that the pool didn’t actually open until 10am, additionally it seems that it closed around dinner time so I wanted to make the most of the pool hours whilst I could.

The location was perfect. It was situated on a rooftop which overlooked the city. Unfortunately though it wasn’t a particularly big pool, quite small infact, and there were plenty of other people with the same idea so the pool area was pretty busy. The people to pool space ratio was not in my favour and I wasn’t really going to get the relaxing swim I’d planned on.

I settled for grabbing a drink at the poolside bar and admiring the view instead. Not quite what I’d hoped for but still pretty relaxing so not an entirely wasted journey back. I didn’t foresee my luck changing at any point during my stay though so I didn’t return to the pool. It was a little frustrating because one of the bigger appeals of this hotel was that it had a pool, so it felt a bit of a waste to have had no use of it.

Anyway, after a bit of time poolside I headed back to my room. I chilled out for a little while and then freshened up to go out for dinner. I found a nice square which had a bunch of restaurants that seemed ideal to grab some food. Dinner was good, my only other plan for the evening was to find a bar by the water and watch the sun go down with a few beers.

It didn’t take me long to find somewhere with a prime sunset spot, there are an endless number of bars and restaurants to take your pick from. After sitting down at this table outside I ordered myself a beer but politely declined ordering any food, I’d literally just come from dinner so wasn’t feeling particularly hungry.

Nevertheless the waitress came back with a beer and a small plate of food. There was a small salad and some chicken strip/finger type things to accompany it. I really appreciated the gesture and thought it must just be a one time thing but it turns out beer actually means “beer and free food” in Greek.

I visited countless places over my trip and it kept happening. Admittedly in most places it came in the form of some crisps or nuts or something equivalent but still, it was free! I almost found myself resenting the places where this didn’t happen.

“Excuse me, where are my free beer snacks?”

I said I wasn’t hungry but now with a mini plate of food in front of me I didn’t want to let it go to waste, it’d just be rude, right? I ended up spending the remainder of my evening at this same bar. The service was nice, it was a nice atmosphere and the view was perfect. It was my first Greek sunset and a beautiful one at that, certainly a highlight of my summer.

With the sun down I called it an evening and made a slow walk back to my hotel. After another good night’s sleep I woke up on Thursday and headed back out in to the city. Wednesday had really been about familiarising myself with the city, today I wanted to at the very least climb the White Tower so I made that my first stop of the day.

The tower isn’t particularly big but even so, sometimes these sort of things can be a little pricey so I was quite pleasantly surprised to find it was only about 4 euros or something to go up it. At the top you get city, sea and mountain views so it’s well worth going up. Within the tower there are also some exhibits which I was a little more torn on.

There were pieces of information in each room, presumably covering stuff like the history of the tower or whatever. The only downside was it was purely in Greek. On the one hand I quite liked that for once a tourist attraction hadn’t completely catered towards the English (Americans, Australians etc) but on the other hand, or rather on a personal note, it made the information a bit of a waste. For 4 euros and a cracking view at the top it’s still great value but just something to note. Although I think there may have been audio guides so with hindsight I might have been better picking one up.

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Anyway, after snapping a few photos I made my way back down. Opposite the tower there were a handful of boats sat on the harbour offering tours. One in particular had caught my eye the day before. Sitting on the water was a pirate ship which was cool enough but what really caught my eye was the green sign flashing “free ride” or something to that effect.

There had to be a catch, right? I figured it had to be one of those.. “£500 free.. when you spend £4 million in store..” type deals. Nobody’s just handing out free boat rides on the water. A boat ride did sound like fun though so depending on how much it actually was, I figured I’d take a tour.

I approached the boat with a bit of curiosity and yet despite my cynicism it seems this was infact a completely free ride. The man watching over the entrance waved me straight on board, I was pleasantly surprised. There was a bar on board which was an added appeal but you were under no obligation to buy a drink. If all you wanted was a trip on the water then it was a completely free ride.

Personally, I took advantage of the bar on board. There was a temptation to see if they had any rum and have a proper pirate’s drink for my new life at sea, I settled for a beer though and waited as the boat filled up a bit before we waved goodbye to shore. It was a short trip, only around 30 minutes in total but it was a lovely way to spend a bit of time and without doubt the coolest boat I’ve ever rode on. The fact it was free was just an added bonus!

After my fun on the water I went for a bit of a wander, didn’t do anything particularly noteworthy but saw some cool buildings and just generally wandered along the waterfront. My afternoon flew by which meant soon enough my attention had turned towards evening plans – bar-hopping apparently!

I didn’t really have any set location but I started off around the White Tower and with my hotel at the very end of the previously mentioned “strip” it seemed unavoidable stopping along the way. I’d grab a beer or two, enjoy the atmosphere and the views and then move on to the next. At one of the restaurants along the way I grabbed some food but generally it was just an evening of checking out a few of the bars by the water whilst the sun went down. By the time I got back to my hotel I was beyond the tipsy point, I pretty much crashed the second my head hit the pillow. Overall it was another good day in Greece with just one left to go!

I woke up Friday in a very different mood, probably the closest thing I’ve experienced to any feeling of ‘homesick’. I don’t know what brought it on but I didn’t really want to get out of bed whatsoever. It wasn’t a reflection on Thessaloniki in any way but my head space just wasn’t in the right place. I was here on my own and I think more than anything I just wanted a familiar face or voice in Greece with me. I think I could have done another day relaxing with the right company but another day of nothingness whilst traveling solo got to me I guess.

If I hadn’t had to check out I think I’d have just curled up and spent the day in bed, as it was I left it as late as possible before dragging myself out of bed. I’d paid in advance for my room so I was expecting a smooth check out and then the receptionist asked for me to “settle the balance”.

A phantom bottle of water had magically found its way on to my bill. On any ordinary day I don’t think it would have bothered me in the slightest, it was clearly a mistake but today? I let it add to my miserable mood – “just get me home..”

I wasn’t rude about it and the receptionist seemed to just accept me at face value, for the sake of a bottle of water I don’t know how far I’d have argued it but I suppose they took the same approach and it wasn’t of enough significant value to kick up a fuss about. It did take the shine off what had otherwise been a nice stay though.

Moving on, I now had hours to kill in Greece or rather hours to mope about in Greece. I had a long wait until I could go home so I went and found a restaurant to get some lunch at and I thought I’d try the chicken ‘souvlaki’, whatever the hell that was.

I think it was lunch which firstly perked me up and secondly where a bit of common sense kicked in. There are obviously cons to solo travel but there are pros too and the lack of company meant I got in to my own head a bit. I realised how ridiculous, selfish and ungrateful I sounded. I couldn’t change my situation so I might aswell enjoy the final few hours that I was here. I also knew come Monday I’d be stuck in an office probably wishing I was back in Thessaloniki. I’d already let my mood spoil my morning so I wasn’t going to let it ruin my afternoon too.

With a new-found attitude I finished off my lunch and got back to wandering. The sun was shining down on me, the sea was gleaming beautifully and for a minute it almost seemed like Greece wasn’t the worst place to be on a Friday afternoon. Reality, or the lack of it here, had finally hit me. “Why am I in a rush to get back to England?”

There was a buzz about Thessaloniki on Friday, everywhere seemed much busier than the last couple of days. There was a bit more life to the city and I think that energy helped lift my spirits. I don’t know why it was so busy, it almost felt like nobody worked on a Friday here. Perhaps there were just a few more tourists in town for the weekend but it felt like a different city.

My wandering took me past some cool pieces of architecture and I spotted a couple of cool pieces of street art too. I figured I’d maybe go and round up my trip by doing a sightseeing bus tour which would perhaps highlight some of the ‘sights’ that I’d missed. By the time I reached the pick up point though I’d changed my mind. Fortunately just across the street was this park so I thought I’d go have a look around and take advantage of some of the shade – it was particularly warm today.

It was here that I stumbled upon perhaps my favourite bar in Thessaloniki. It was an unexpected find but one I was pleased to stumble upon. I couldn’t resist stopping for a drink, it was so quiet and peaceful in comparison to an otherwise pretty busy city. Every bar and restaurant I’d passed up to now seemed full to the brim and here was this perfect place hidden away in the middle of the park.

Thessaloniki39 — Bar is hidden in here somewhere

I loved it so much I stayed for more than one, I’d planned on taking a bus to the airport which would have taken a little longer but I figured the money I’d saved on not doing the sightseeing tour could go towards grabbing a taxi instead. One beer ended up being a few before finally calling it quits, I had to make my move. It was a shame I found this place so late in my trip as it would have been nice to see how the atmosphere compared in the evening but it was a nice end to my time in Thessaloniki. My mood had significantly picked up and I was a bit sad to be heading home.

I was a little early to be heading to the airport but there was nothing else I particularly wanted to do so I flagged down a taxi. I’d barely buckled my seatbelt when my driver told me he needed to make a quick coffee stop. “Wait, what?”

It was certainly a taxi first for me. Admittedly I was early so an unplanned stop helped kill a bit of time. Also, to his credit, he did at least ask if I wanted something to drink too (I didn’t). He pulled over and said he’d be two minutes, I figured he was exaggerating but surprisingly two minutes later we were on the move. Two and a half years later I still don’t quite understand how he managed to get his coffee so quickly. Does he have a coffee guy randomly waiting on the off-chance he pops in? It was impressive.

Speaking of impressive, so was the journey. It’s a scenic drive which I hadn’t really been able to appreciate when I arrived as it had been too dark to see much. Soon enough I’d arrived at the airport, far too early and unfortunately there wasn’t actually much to keep me entertained as it’s quite a small airport. Additionally my flight was then delayed an hour so a little more boredom but all in all it was a good trip, little blip aside.

Did I get the relaxing break I wanted? Yes, for the most part.
Would I recommend Thessaloniki? Yeah, it’s a nice city and I enjoyed my brief visit.
Will I personally be going back? Probably not. Never say never but unless a specific reason presents itself I think it’s unlikely. I’m glad I went but I think one visit is enough. Greece is definitely a country I want to see more of though and this proved to be a good introduction to the country.

Have you ever been to Greece? Where else should I visit? Let me know!

Anyway, that wraps this one up! Next up on the blog? My first trip to Washington State!

Stay tuned!

Jason

A dose of reality from social-media-boy

Hello my loyal readers! Some of you might be wondering where I’ve been, alternatively some of you following other social media platforms might be wondering where I haven’t been given my recent travels.

Whichever bracket you fall under, the biggest reason for my disappearance is that I’ve been exhausted.

I’ve been pretty busy of late – particularly as far as traveling goes and I have been a bit overwhelmed at how busy I’ve been. It has been enjoyable but as someone who’s an introvert I crave that space to refresh and re-energise and my little free time hasn’t afforded me that luxury of late. Consequently I’ve embraced those small windows where I’ve had a bit of free time and I’ve sacrificed blogging. I just haven’t had the energy for it once travel, football, social plans, work and everything else has been over with.

The good news is I’m hopeful that I’ll be a bit more regular on the blog again, however before jumping back in to it with a travel inspired post I thought I’d focus on something a little more mental-health focused given that it is apparently mental health awareness week.

The personal posts talking of “superheroes” such as Sickboy or Weetabix boy have gone down pretty well on the blog in the past so I thought I’d speak of Social-media-boy today.

One of the big causes of the growth in mental health issues is in the “importance” of social media and how much of a detriment it is having towards people’s health. I’m quite fortunate in that the pros of an online environment or experience outweigh the cons for me. However it appears to be a growing trend that the cons are doing more damage than the pros for many other people.

People, particularly young people, suffer from comparing themselves to other people’s “perfect lives” or suffer from those “FOMO” (Fear Of Missing Out) moments that look incredibly more attractive than our own circumstances. Happy families, loved up couples, business-folk driving around in Ferrari’s, non-stop travelers such as myself. Everyone has it better than you, right?

Wrong!

I try to make this point every so often because I’m quite conscious that I’m living the perfect lifestyle online. I enjoy sharing my travel photos, I enjoy sharing my ‘highlights’ but this idea that my life is enviable is one I struggle with. We all have our insecurities and shortcomings in life and I certainly have my own.

So in the spirit of being a bit more transparent and vulnerable, here’s a dose of reality from social media boy.

I’ve somewhat covered mental health topics on the blog before but the biggest and most over-whelming response I had to any blog post was Sickboy’s tale of anxiety. Sharing that was nerve-wrecking but the response overwhelmingly supportive. I couldn’t believe how many people read it or had mentioned it over the family-weekend-get-together which fell on the weekend I posted it.

One of the big points made in that post was how daunting solo travel was and how getting past those fears helped rid me of the worst of my anxiety. I’ve traveled solo many times since and I’m commended for my ‘bravery’ which I can understand, I stand by the reality that your first solo trip is incredibly nerve-wrecking but the reality is once the first solo trip was out of the way I’ve found it incredibly easy.

The bigger fear or insecurity for me is probably the opposite – putting yourself out there to find company to travel with. I’m not opposed to sociable activity but I’m actually a bit of a recluse and somewhat of an outcast.

Do I travel solo through choice or do I ask someone to join me and end up going solo anyway because they can’t make it. Rejection! (HA!)

“Did you not know they hate you? Idiot!”
“but there’s hundreds of entirely plausible reasons they said no..”
“The most likely being they hate you!”

Don’t get me wrong, I know that I have friends and loved ones and everything else but there’s always been that nagging insecurity that I don’t fit in. Be it school, college, work, social groups, family get-togethers or whatever – I’m the oddity of the group. The quiet one, the boring one, the.. you get the point.

I’m not suggesting it’s logical. Insecurities, paranoia or self-doubt rarely is. I do have this internal argument with myself in which I reassure myself and pick myself up but that insecurity has always been there. Infact it was probably a huge cause of how my anxiety started.

I spent the best part of my teenage years locked away (not literally!) in my bedroom and had become the ultimate recluse. From the age of 14 to 20 I had no real friends and subsequently no social life. You’d be forgiven for thinking I was depressed but I was happy – genuinely for the skeptics among you.

I had friends in Texas, Massachusetts, Lancashire, Essex or countless other places around the globe. The internet deprived me of that loneliness and I immersed myself in countless online platforms. Habbo Hotel, Yahoo Pool, Xbox Live etc etc – I made friendships for life in those years but I was about as much a recluse as could be.

Then I started work at Sainsbury’s and it was the same old. I don’t fit in here, do I? It was all a little bit clique-y and consequently for what was probably the first year of my job I only had colleagues, not people I considered friends. I generally had a better relationship with the customers opposed to anyone I worked with.

Then the next batch of recruits came in and things changed! There wasn’t that same clique and I started making friends – people outside of the internet that I could actually see face to face.

You’d think having no friends would be worse but there was a comfort and safety in being a recluse, I was largely dependent on my own company and became comfortable within that. Making friends was harder. I had something valuable I now didn’t want to lose and as I started seeing these friends outside of work the anxiety kicked in.

“Don’t fuck it up you loser!”

I spoke in my sickboy post about the physical aspect of the anxiety but that’s how it was. To some extent you manage the mental side of mental illness but when it becomes physical illness too there’s nowhere to hide.

The last thing you want to be doing when meeting friends is throwing up at the sight of them. I can remember getting a bus over to a friend’s house on one occasion and having her meet me at the bus stop only to be throwing up within seconds of getting off the bus.

“Lovely to see you, bleurgh..”

For someone that struggles making friends it’s not ideal throwing up in the company of the few that take pity on you. From there the anxiety just spiraled. Every social occasion, job interview, first day, whatever resulted in the same ritual of planning around the inevitable sickness.

“Try not to throw up in the company car park before going in for this interview, okay Jason? They’re probably not looking for that..”

That sickness chapter ended with Sydney (2013), the solo trip that helped build my confidence and rid me of the worst (physical side) of my anxiety. I started traveling more and have sustained friendships and relationships and whatever else since then but there’s always been that lingering self-doubt or insecurity in terms of fitting in.

With the exception of the football community I’ve always felt like an outsider and it’s why I’ve always said football is my biggest passion, even ahead of travel. Additionally it’s why I take exception to those calling it “just a game” who’ve never experienced the community aspect to it or the belonging that comes with it.

There’s nothing quite like it and I recently said that THAT night in Amsterdam was probably the best of my life because the outpouring of emotion and jubilant celebrations that followed the game is a moment I’ll never forget. I probably hugged 100 random people out in Amsterdam and they don’t care what your background is – just that you’re Spurs.

Getting back on track, I know that self-doubt and lack of belonging is in my head and ridiculous but it’s not something that is easily turned on and off.

With that introduction comes perhaps my low-point of 2018. It was the year I turned the big 3-0, as some of you’ll know I celebrated my 30th birthday by spending 30 days in the USA.

That’s all well and good, amazing memories and all that, but I live in England. I still wanted to celebrate my birthday here, despite not enjoying being the centre of attention. Ordinarily I’d happily forego birthday plans but it was a biggie, a little more special and I had to do something with people on this little island too to mark the occasion.

Perhaps surprisingly I enjoy social outings but I’m not really a plan-maker. I’m happy to hang out and do things most of the time but it’s usually as a result of someone else organising something – a trait I’m trying to work on improving and actually being a bit more proactive in making plans.

Anyway, I wanted to keep it simple and sent out open invitations for an afternoon / evening down at a local pub/restaurant on the river (literally). A huge beer garden, warm summer day and an “all welcome” approach. Perfect!

“Nobody’s going to come. They all hate you, you loser!”
“Piss off!”

That little voice in my head was shot down. The only way I was going to get past this illogical insecurity / self doubt was to head it face on. That’s the sound advice everyone gives you right? “Face your fears”.

Of course the fairytale ending is you face that fear and you’ve overcome it afterwards. All I had to do was put myself out there and there’d be an outpour of love and happy memories to look back on.

Sadly life doesn’t always go to plan and the turnout was actually quite disheartening. I’m grateful to the few who came out but there were far fewer people than I’d anticipated. It stung.

I’d been carrying the disappointment all day and I don’t think it was until I’d put Ross in to a cab later in the night that the weight of it hit me. I was up for a boogie, up for extending the evening a bit longer but I was just sat in this club alone and felt empty. There were other people in the club of course but I was sat celebrating my birthday on my own. I was craving for a familiar face to walk through the door of the club to make me feel less alone and change the end to my night but it wasn’t to be. I felt emotional and it killed my night.

“Don’t cry here man, just get home.”

Which I did. I grabbed a taxi home, curled up in bed and shed a few tears. That pesky insecurity had got the better of me, feeling like I’d taken a slap in the face and almost validating every self-doubt I have. Admittedly I’d had a few beers but it’s very easy to overthink in the early hours of the morning and enhance that doubt in yourself.

I analysed it, I questioned everything, I even took to Facebook and bitterly culled a few people which was somewhat therapeutic if I’m honest. I then had another cry and eventually I slept.

In the immediate aftermath it perhaps left a little emotional scarring but I picked myself up, dusted myself down and reassured myself as I often do.

In the many months since I’ve contemplated posting this story multiple times in a multiple of different ways and been reluctant to hit that ‘post’ button. I don’t think there’s any way to have written this without it seeming a little guilt-trippy which is definitely not my intention!

The reality is there are numerous reasons and circumstances which didn’t go in my favour on that particular day. From commitments to finances to emergencies to whatever, there are plenty of factors that played a part and deep down I know is no reflection of how loved I am. A lot of friends were out of town and had other arrangements and that’s life. I completely understand that.

So please don’t feel:
1) Guilty. If you’re reading this there’s no resentment on my part.
2) Pity. I don’t need your pity either.

As I said the purpose of this post was more to offer a dose of reality and transparency on my part – this month in particular which has been busy. I am conscious that my life often LOOKS perfect but this was a way of showing I’m as messed up as everyone else. Everything looks perfect on the internet but we’re all dealing with our own problems.

Potentially not everyone is comfortable being as vulnerable and open with their issues but just because you’re not reading it, like you are here, that doesn’t mean people aren’t going through a rough period.

Personally I’m in a good place right now, I probably wouldn’t be posting this if I wasn’t, but I thought it important to share a brutally honest and vulnerable side to my life and low-point to my 2018. Fortunately things change quite quickly and I had a good few reminders through the rest of the year of my place and importance in the world following that. They could be seen as seemingly insignificant moments to others but moments or celebrations I was included in that reminded I’m not forgotten about or insignificant.

Anyway I think I’m done rambling, apologies if you endured all of it! Given it is mental health awareness week I’d like to end by reminding you that you can message me any time you’re struggling and need a chat.

Alternatively the following organisations all do a good job of helping those struggling with mental health and you can get in touch with if you want to talk to someone a little more anonymously.

Mental Health Foundation
Mind
Time to Change
Together
Young Minds

That’s a wrap! Next time on the blog will be back to the travel stuff and specifically part 2 of my Bavaria trip (Sep 2017). If you want to remind yourself of part one you can here: A trip to Memmingen!

All the best!

Jason