Photo Diary: Liverpool, England

Just like with Zadar, it wasn’t love at first sight for Liverpool and me. When we arrived it was cold, it was raining, and we had just spent far too long in the car.

The first night there we wandered around Albert Dock looking for a good place to eat. Although the docks looked beautiful, it was still cold, it was still raining and it was pretty devoid of people, which I didn’t like at all. We also went into the first restaurant that we liked the look of and had a pretty rude host. She made me go and find the manager to see if they had a table instead of doing it herself. I wandered around like a nob until I found him only to be told they didn’t have a table.

Anyway, we ended up at Revolucion De Cuba and plied ourselves with Sangria and burritos. I liked that a lot.

I think I should also mention at this point that I went on this trip with my grandparents (more on why in a later post) so they’re who I’m referring to when I say ‘we’.

The hotel we stayed at was The Campanile on Queen’s Dock. Our rooms were on the ground floor and backed onto the water. It was so lovely to wake up to that view everyday; there’s just something about a body of water being the first thing I see in a morning that makes me really happy.

I was a bit apprehensive about staying at The Campanile as they have a reputation for being a bit cheap and cheerful, but I need not have worried! The hotel was lovely, as were all of the staff.

The next day was completely different to the first and managed to make me change my whole perspective of the city, which I’m so happy about.

I got to see Albert Dock in all it’s daytime glory, and walk the famous cobblestone streets. I got to see the city come to life with people milling around and I got to see its quirks. I got to be a carefree tourist and explore Liverpool’s history- which obviously included posing next to The Beatles and day drinking in the Cavern Club.

It was the people and the unplanned moments that made this trip for me, though. There was a stag party singing shouting along to a busker outside of the Cavern. The poor busker was just trying to play his Beatles medley in peace!

The driver on the tour bus we went on was one of the loveliest, most welcoming people you could ever wish to meet. He and my grandma had ~top banter~, and he even interrupted the guide so he could tell us that the clock faces on the Liver building were made in our hometown of Leicester!

There were local couples who shared a table with us outside of a crowded bar on a sunny afternoon. They all chatted away like we were old friends. There were the strangers on the street who actually stopped to talk to you. There was the loveliest taxi driver who drove with his seat reclined so much that I’m surprised he could see the road. He didn’t stop talking about everything and anything for the whole journey.

I could go on but I don’t know if my words could do the place any justice, so I’ll leave you with some more photos.

Has anyone been to Liverpool? What did you think? Is it on anyone’s bucket list?

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