Where the Rock Oysters Rock!
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We followed the advice from our new friends in the British Custom service and ended after 30 minutes in Whitstable. Whitstable turned out to be a little sunshine story. It was quite touristic and there were a lot of people walking the streets in a holiday pace. The village was probably and old fisher mans paradise 100 years ago that slowly and safely had turned in to a tourist gem.
The houses were mostly cute and well maintained; narrow with small window covering a tourist shop with nautical items collected on the attics of the fishermen’s widows. There were also a large number of small cozy restaurants. We went looking for our oysters because we had them clear in our mind since we left Dover.
The restaurant was situated at the Sea Wall next to the water. It had clearly at some point been a house for fishing material or something close to that. It was literally a stone's throw from the sea, right in the heart of Whitstable, and its dining room offers arguably the best views overlooking the sea.
The restaurants location marked the original landing site of the Thames Barges to Whitstable, and is known as 'The Horsebridge. This was where the old cobbled jetty would allow goods to be transported from the waiting boats on horseback. We got a table on the first floor which turned out to be very nice for several reasons.
The room was very bright and provided us with an excellent view over the water and a large number of wonderful girls out celebrating the coming marriage of one of them.
We took also large plate of oysters; rock oysters. These were nice and large; truly a good choice. After the healthy lunch we felt that it was time to cool off along the water. Oysters and loads of women are otherwise supposed to be a good cocktail but we felt that we had adventures enough so far that day.
The promenade along the water was nice but we were far from alone; a huge part of London’s population had apparently had the same urge to walk it off. The promenade was crooked and up and down around some old nice houses almost situated on the rocks. At one point we ran in to a huge number of ancient dressed locals adding some flavour to an otherwise ordinary Saturday
The harbour was fairly large and sheltered some but not many fishing coasters; there was also a large number of very small two ��" tree persons fishing boats.
In the real harbour there were also numerous fresh fish shops and sale of rock lobsters and I must admit that I managed to taste further 6 of them which also were divine. After a long walk we decided to go towards the centre of the village and taste a local pint of bitter in the oldest inn in the city.
The inn was not as cozy as it looked from the outside but we decided anyway to fulfil our mission; we found a table close to a window and ordered two pints of bitter. I think that our stay in Belgium have had a severe influence on which quality of beer we appreciate. We both found the beer almost dead and it was true that it was impossible to see if it was a fresh draft beer or one that had been standing there the whole day.
We enjoyed the numerous of couples coming in to the bar having visited a large number of bar on their way in there and after a huge lunch. We left after less than an hour in order to see more of the region.