Bristol Travel Blog› entry 7 of 26 › view all entries
When the day came, I had packed up all the trinkets I'd accumulated over the past 10 months and they were now sailing slowly back to NZ where I'd get the thrill of unpacking it all again.
Many of the older set of regulars made their way through the bar, plying me with alcohol and shaking my hand. There were some I was going to miss way way more than others of course but I'd made some very good friendships over the past 10 months, especially some of those I'd made whilst working here at The Mall.
I'm pleased to say I am still in contact with a couple of them. Others wrote for a year or so but we all moved on with life, so lost track of new addresses I guess.
In the evening those with more energy joined me at a pub in town, before we rocked off to "Odyssey", the trendy Bristol nite club, for a boogie.
Another bloody great night was had by all and a decent send-off if I must say so myself.
I had planned it so that I was staying in the YHA in the centre and therefore didn't have to return to Clifton.
I'd already said my good-byes to Nicole and she'd given me a lovely set of artworks depicting scenes from Bristol. They hang now in my kitchen and still bring me pleasure whenever I take a moment to look at them.
I sure did enjoy Bristol very, very much, even though it was less than a year I lived there.
The vibrancy of the place. It's artistic and cosmopolitan feel made it exciting! Yet it's small enough to know intimately.
I've revisited it since 1993 but I'd love to live here again someday.
But now I had to get back to Policing my home town of Tokoroa, New Zealand.
I had little more than a month to get there and my intention is to make my way down through Central Europe and fly back to the Southern Hemisphere from Athens.
I was leaving Darryn here to do what he had to do, so I'd be doing my own thing through Europe alone this time.
I'm sure I'll meet plenty of chums on the trail though so no worries!!
So, pack on my back, Eurorail ticket in my pocket, camera in hand I hit the tracks and made my way South towards the English Channel. My first port of call this time would be Amsterdam...