Volume Two of our European Adventures

November 5, 2011. After 70 days of backpacking we have finally made it to Brighton. This is to become our new home, our life for the next year. As well, today is our last travel day....which is about as exciting as moving to Brighton. Of course, it would not be an easy travel day. Why would it be easy....better to make life interesting.

Three different trains, couple crappy directions and an exhausted crew....we made it. The directions to our Hostel were pretty easy to follow. Head down Queens way, turn right on Kings way and your there. Little did we know it would be an hour walk.

Though, it was for the best. Our first impression of Brighton. Walking down Queens way on a saturday night....it was pumping with young people our age. Turning onto Kings way, the smell of the sea invirates you, you realize your walking along the famous English Channel. Gorgous boardwalk leading into colorful pebble beach which streams into wide open seas as far as the eye can see. I could get used to this. Walking along, nervous we might be heading the wrong way...we stopped to discuss where we are. Along come a friendly gentleman, then another who see were lost and helps us out. He goes into a hotel to get directions, loooks on the GPS on his phone, and walks us half way to make sure we get there ok. If the people are all like him, we are most certainly in the right place.

Checking into our hostel, which is in Hove...not Brighton. We already knew it wouldnt be great. Running low on funds, with no jobs...we booked the cheapest place we could find. In a 20 person dorm. Not great. It was ok, till the next day. Me and stef went for coffee, came back to find an 58 year old man sitting on one of the dorm beds with his pant half off in his boxers.

I already know this isnt going to go well. Turn the cornor and there Christie with the classic terrified look. Without a word I turn around and book us a private room for a couple extra pounds. After 70 days of backpacking, sometimes no words are needed.

It was for the best. Our gut feelings have never lead us astray. This man is at the top for creepest people we've met. He had it all: asking if he could stay with us, asking me to be his girlfriend, offering to teach us astrology, playing techno music far to loud, hes Slovac, and telling Christie she must be sick because she eats cheese. Classy guy.

Equipped with a private room, resumes (CV's as they call them here) and a new life ahead....we started the week of endless errands.