Leaving New York, Next Continent! Tues 25th

We woke at a reasonable hour, and packed EVERYTHING into our bags.  We seem to have accumulated a large amount of stuff, and my bag is quite solidly packed:  I literally can’t fit anything else in it and get it closed.

We stored our bags downstairs in the storage room, and headed off to the cafe for more waffles, as they were so yum, and we had totally missed the hostel breakfast.  We stayed there for a bit, then retired to the hipster cafe, Swallow, near the hostel.  It had about 15 people in it, and pretty much all of them had 14 inch macbooks, and were playing on them.  We felt slightly out of place, as we had proper laptops.

Delishuz breakfast waffles in Brooklyn
Delishuz breakfast waffles in Brooklyn
Happy coffee
Happy coffee

Then, we headed back to the hostel, loaded up all our bags, and trotted off to the subway.  Our transit passes unfortunately had expired the day before, and when we arrived at the subway entrance, we were a bit sad to realise there was no ticket booth.  We left me in charge of our bags in a pile, and Dale went back to the hostel to find out the nearest entrance with a ticket booth, which was luckily only  a block away.  We successfully transferred trains until we made it to the airport and checked in.  We found a seat with a power plug, and entertained ourselves until it was time to leave.  We flew with Aer Lingus, which was fine, except for the supposed lack of vegetarian options in flight.

Green plane
Green plane
tiny wine
tiny wine
classy
classy

We left at 10.30pm, t was 6 hours across to Dublin, then 2 hr stopover, then another hour and a half to Brighton.  We somehow managed to land in Brighton at 8.30am, with only having had an hour or two nap.  Very tired.
Henri met us at the train station, and took us to her flat, where we showered and lay down on the couch for a 5 hour nap.  Lovely.
The next few days were sleep, and Henri showing us the lovely food places and shops in Brighton.

It is a little surreal; we have never been here before, but it looks exactly like I think England should.  The countryside is green rolling hills, with hedge lined roads, and a slight mist.   Town is very bustling, people everywhere.  Houses are cute little country houses.  In Brighton, everyone speaks with some kind of British accent, and there are lanes and streets, and lines of houses that all look exactly the same.  I understand that we are in a different country, but it is weirdly familiar, from all the TV shows and movies we have seen.

uh oh
uh oh
Armory in Brighton
Armory in Brighton

We have sorted out sim cards, a duvet, I bought a skirt (YAY), can’t get bank accounts because we don’t have a flat or a job.  We are happy to be here, but can’t wait to get sorted with the new time zone.    We are off to France (Excite!) on Saturday, for Henrietta’s birthday.

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