After my whirlwind 2 days in Manchester, I sometimes wonder if I ever left. It feels completely familiar, homely almost (although a bit of a shitty cold rainy one, much like Wellington I suppose but with less scallywags), and I feel confident travelling around by myself. Which after the past few days experiences is any wonder, seeing how I am obviously completely rubbish at travelling alone and need a travelling companion or an assistant or my mum.
It feels like nothing much changed except a few new shops, and when I first saw Mischa I thought he was now a man which disappeared after about 1 minute and then seemed exactly the same. Then I met up with Anna, and later Lance, and it felt so easy to just pick up where we left off 3.5 years ago. It’s great to have friends like that.
Things I have missed: trains, the shopping, warm apartments, Boots Southern Fried Chicken wraps, Mischa’s awesome host skills, Anna’s sense of humour, Lance’s argumentativeness, Manchester’s constant drizzle, being kept up all night from street noise… oh wait.
So now I am at the airport (well ahead of time and on the correct day) waiting for my flight to Sardinia to go to Sun & Bass. I am looking forward to the sun and the beach and the start of the raving with Commix, Spectrasoul, and Lenzman tomorrow night. Perfect!
Now, to quickly learn Italian in 3 hours!
P.S. Photos are on Flickr here.