A cup of tea and a Chinese takeaway......
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As we landed, our faces were glued to the window of our 757 as if we'd never seen the neatly hedgerowed fields and terminal drizzle of that place we used to call home......... England!
We had resisted long enough and finally made our way back to my husband's home turf. It wasn't exactly like we'd been away that long. It had only been a little over a year since our last visit However, Mark was in need of a Chinese takeaway and our Tesco supplies were running low, so we decided to make a detour on our way to France.
We huddled together on the platform in semi-frigid temperatures, each train reawakening me as it blasted past at lightening speed. I hadn't yet gotten my "second wind" after the nearly sleepless night I'd spent on the aircraft.
We walked out of the deserted station and into the early morning hours, with no taxi in sight. We decided to walk a short distance in hopes of finding a taxi stand on the corner which divided the train station from the ferry landing next door. Mark consulted the GPS which he had brought from home and announced that we were only 500 meters from our B & B, Newhaven Lodge. Great, I thought, as we pulled our suitcases across roadways and up a progressively steeper hill. Five hundred meters...... wait a minute.....that's about the same as 500 yards.....so that's about the length of .........5 American football fields! It would have been silly to hail a cab for such a short distance so we stiffened our upper lips and made our way slowly and painfully toward our lodging.
The two young ladies who answered the door seemed rather surprised to see us, as if we'd randomly chosen their residence as our intended resting place for the night. When we finally convinced them of our mutual agreement for room and board they cheerfully told us that our room wouldn't be ready for several hours but we could leave our cases in the hallway and come back again later. Their parting words warned us that everyone throughout the country was ill with the flu, themselves included and sincerely hoped that we wouldn't catch it while we were there. On that note, we decided to catch the nearest bus and take ourselves off to Brighton.
Mark and I had not been to Brighton since we'd first met there a little over 10 years ago. It had been a very similar day, frigid and windy but with the added attraction of rain, which fortunately had not yet made its appearance today. We retraced our steps of that earlier day as we strolled along the pier and later wound our way through the ancient shops in the "lane". A stop at a fish and chip shop did much to brighten our spirits as did the delicious steaming cup of tea that kept us warm as we once more braced ourselves against the wind and the darkening clouds.
Back at our B&B we discussed our plans for the evening over another cup of tea before heading out in search of a local pub and a couple of pints.
A quick study of the British version of bathroom shower fixtures and I was soon hanging snuggly over the sides of our British version of a double bed. I would have to get used to not having our king sized bed for the next three weeks. What sacrifices one makes in the quest for cultural enlightenment.
We greeted the early hours of the next morning with resignation. It had been my idea to take a ferry across the English Channel to France as it would be something a little different from our usual flight or train ride across country.