Day 6: Sco(tt)ish accents
Newcastle upon Tyne Travel Blog› entry 7 of 60 › view all entries
Woke up to valley girl telling me he silenced my alarm. Bitch.
Best hostel breakfast yet. (Any time there's sausage, I'm happy).
Early morning departure on a coach across the English countryside on my way up to Newcastle. The scenery wasn't too bad. It was like watching the Shire on repeat.
Had McDonald's for the first time in 2 years. It certainly wasn't gonna be KFC, and I'm sick of sausage rolls. (I had approx. 79 of them at various points in the London underground).
Found the Albatross Hostel, which is right in the middle of the cool part of town with the monuments, bars, clubs, and bridges. Turns out Newcastle is very walkable, small, lots of elevation changes, and the river and bridges.
Went on my first run around the city.
Meatloaf is playing tonight! (Just kidding about the exclamation point. I'm not excited at all.)
Speaking of which, Newcastle is apparently the Brits' preferred party/bar destination town. Lots of performing arts (neat), lots of cool pubs and bars (cool), and more dance clubs per square kilometre than anywhere else (hot girls).
Found my first 2-pound beer since setting foot on this island. Down the street a place said 1 pound drinks (including beeeer!) I ran in there like it was hailing hammers outside.
Girls here in Newcastle are either totally hot, or totally fat. Don't know why, but there's a lot of fatties here.
I love the leggings still. ;)