Arriving in Manchester...
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The main criterion for me (as I had stated earlier on in the summary) for this trip was to visit the ENGLAND. Every UK trip of mine always became a London-Scotland affair that I would always feel I've missed out on a lot when I'd get back home, and read stuff on Tripadvisor forums about towns in England and some of the highlights.
At the end of the day, what I've realised is no place is better or worse than the next. It not only depends on the attitude you wear that day (as you'll read later in my Salisbury entry, I got bored and hated that day) but also that you go to a city that has tourist potential. Enough free wheeling stuff for a day at the very least.
So surprise of surprises then.
Landing in Manchester airport was a non-event except that I saw the concorde parked as a display. It looks lovely (I hope it's the real thing, it looked rather small). Baggage Claim was done in a minute, the airport as such took me by surprise.
I caught the train to Picadilly Station. I was hoping to get to Deansgate but the twerp at the counter directed me to the wrong platform. A very kind lady told me to alight @ Picadilly. So far, either I was jetlagged or just bored, but the city wasn't interesting me that much (unlike the 30 min joyride on Gatwick Express). I got down at Picadilly, lugged my duffel through to the tram and eventually got down at G-Mex which was my station to get to the YHA.
This Manchester so far isn't looking tourist friendly.
I eventually made it to my hostel. For the supposed review that it was city central (Potato Wharf at Castlefield, the founding place of the city), I must say it looked deserted. The area itself looks deserted. I'd never like to live here. But the hostel formalities were done. The staff were surprisingly English (unlike other British YHAs I've stayed in) and very friendly, and very helpful.
The hostel is lovely. Nice 4 bed ensuite rooms with a lovely view. It's got a lift! And I also noticed that lots of school kids were staying here unlike other hostels I've stayed at. Or probably it's that time of the year.
Anyway it was about 2:30pm by now, I had a quick shower, took a nap and went around the city centre. This was Deansgate, St.Ann's Square and the rest of the city shopping centres.
My room was empty except for a Polish guy, and he couldn't speak English very well.