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How to Make Friends When Travelling Solo

How to Make Friends When Travelling Solo

Travelling solo can be a scary thing, especially for very sociable people who like to always be surrounded by others. It was even a bit scary for me, and I love being alone. What if at some point I’ll want to be around people? And…

Afternoon tea at the Chewton Glen

Afternoon tea at the Chewton Glen

You know how often times when you think of a country, you immediately have a mental image that pops into your mind? It can be a place, a dish, an architectural style, an activity. Well, for me 5 o’clock tea is definitely one of the…

Sandbanks, the poshest place in Dorset

Sandbanks, the poshest place in Dorset

Sandbanks is a small peninsula on the Western end of the 11 km long Bournemouth beach. With a beautiful sandy beach on one side and an impressive harbour on the other, Sandbanks has the fourth highest land value in the world and is apparently a favourite location for rich football players (so I’ve been told).

The harbour

My host took me there one day for a coffee and I really loved the relaxed vibe of the place, so I decided to come back and do some more exploring by myself. When I first entered the area, I was greeted by the harbour, adorned with quaint little fishing boats, as well as luxurious yachts. You can also spot Brownsea Island in the background, easily reachable by ferry from Sandbanks. The harbour seemed all the more impressive during low-tide, as the water level drops quite a bit and it looks like a weird land from another planet.

The beach

On the other side of the peninsula, I found the Blue Flag beach with its soft golden sands and clean waters. I especially loved the sand dunes with the little patches of grass popping-up here and there. I have to say it reminded me a bit of the beautiful beaches of the Hamptons featured in Gossip Girl (I know, I’m not proud, but I watched every single episode!).

After a while, once I was done posing in front of my awesome tripod and I had enough of the brutally hot English sun, I started to make my way towards the ferry, along the beach. Some of the most expensive houses are aligned along the beach, but in all honesty, I was not impressed by any of them. I feel like the really luxurious ones were on the harbour side, but they were super private so I wasn’t really able to get a good glimpse of them.

Front-row seats to the sunset show

The sun started setting-down as I reached the tip of the peninsula, so I sat down for a bit to watch the boats passing by. As I walked back to the harbour, I noticed this narrow alley between two houses and my curiosity was suddenly aroused. I realised later that it may have been private, but I went to check it out anyway and it led right down to the water, offering me a view of the whole bay right as the sun was setting-down. It somehow felt as if nature was putting on a show just for me!

I really loved my afternoon spent around Sandbanks, the beach is indeed on of the cleanest and most beautiful in the area (some say in Britain) and the sunset I was rewarded with was absolutely spectacular!

TheCon sustine bloggerii

TheCon sustine bloggerii

Acum 3 ani cand am creat blogul habar n-aveam cu ce se mananca chestia asta, ce e ala SEO, slug, meta data sau alte SF-uri din astea (bine, prea multe nu stiu nici acum). Am tot citit eu pe Sfantul Google, unii ziceau ca e…

Are there dinosaurs on the Jurassic Coast?

Are there dinosaurs on the Jurassic Coast?

Nowadays, not really. But there might have been some millions of years ago, along with other creatures whose fossilized remains tell the story of about 185 million years of geological history encompassed in this 145 km stretch of coast. Included in the UNESCO World Heritage…

An emotional roller coaster: my first week in England

An emotional roller coaster: my first week in England

England, England, land of hope and glory, mother of the free… what have you done to me?

As a lifelong lover of English, I knew that coming to England for the first time will be one hell of an emotional ride. And indeed it was, but not necessarily in the ways I would have expected. From sheer anger to pure amazement, from deep frustration to tears of joy, a true roller coaster my first week in the UK has been (and no, it’s not PMS). If I were to choose a single word to describe this country, it would probably have to be ‘ridiculous’. Ridiculously beautiful, ridiculously expensive, ridiculously cold and ultimately, ridiculously English.

My journey started off on the wrong foot with my flight being delayed for 2 hours, missing all my connections, having to pay extra to change them and spending about 3 hours on a bus that was absolutely freezing – it was about 15 degrees outside and the AC was on. Later on I learned that 15 degrees is considered tropical weather in the UK. You live and learn, what can I say.

So anyway, I finally get to Bournemouth, angry, frustrated and not feeling some parts of my body because of the cold. And then I find one of those perfectly English black cabs to take me to what would be my home for the next month. The car then stops in front of this beautiful Victorian house, with bay windows and delicate pink English roses in the front garden. Needless to say, all of the anger and frustration melted away in those moments.


England and its beauty

What followed in the next few days goes on in the same style. I walked around the streets everyday, in amazement of how beautiful everything is – the houses, the parks, the beaches. It all seems unreal, just like walking on a movie set. But every now and then someone breaks my bubble: they ask me where I’m from. I feel it like a punch in the stomach. I have to say it, there’s no way to dodge it. And then I see how their whole attitude changes in an instant. They’ll still be polite to you, but there’s suddenly a wall between you and them. And then I think about everything that’s going on back home and it all seems so wrong and unfair and I get this intense feeling of sadness running through every cell in my body.

But, hey, at least I’m here and I get to experience and enjoy all the good things that this country has to offer. Maybe during the process I can even change some people’s minds and make them see not all of us are that bad. Every little victory counts, right?

Do I even mention how much green there is everywhere and how we’re chopping down all our trees?

England and its dogs

The doggie playground

One of the things that I like most about the English is their love for dogs. You can talk trash about them, their family, spouses, children, just don’t say anything bad about the dog. Go to any park in the country and ask them about their dogs. They’ll talk to you for hours, telling you what the dog eats, how he sleeps, what he likes to play with, his character and so on.

The other day I was walking the dogs in the park (I do that for the lady I’m staying with) and as usual all the doggies and owners were gathered together. A lady joins us, she had her dog with her and a baby in a stroller. They all greeted the dog, asked about his name, age, preferences. During the whole time I was there not one person even looked at that baby in the stroller. I felt like I finally found my people, right then and there. Fellow dogs lovers, you get me, right?

England and its charity

Another interesting experience was going to a Conversation Club, organised by the church (which by the way is a great thing to do when you’re in a new country and trying to learn the language). Now, I personally am no big fan of the church and I have my own very strong beliefs, so I was a bit skeptical at first. I actually discovered some very nice, open-minded and accepting people. Sure, they did bring Jesus into the question, but it didn’t feel like they were trying to convince us, but were just simply very passionate and liked talking about this. We all got a chance to talk about our beliefs and not once did I feel judged (try doing that in Romania with people of the church).

Anyway, the point is these people were doing this for free, out of the sole desire of giving back to the community. And that’s the thing: their whole culture and education is so focused around the concept of charity, of helping out those in need, of being there for the people. Maybe that’s why everything works in this country, maybe that’s why they have such good lives? Guess we’ll never know, huh? Or…? (don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’ve landed in Shangri-La, but compared to us, they do have it good).

Cristina and the culture shock

Coming from, I’m sorry but I have to say it, a third-world country, all of these things, that are so natural to them, feel

so weird to me and I have moments when I don’t know how to process it all. I have traveled extensively throughout Europe, but for some reason, everything I’ve seen and experienced here seems so different. Good different. And I’m happy and grateful to be here. But I’ve also felt the gap between where I come from and the civilized world stronger than ever. And it hurts like a motherfucker.

Just to end this on a more positive note, the other days I met a guy who had just gotten here from the Middle East and I thought ‘If I’m having such a hard time adapting, how are things for him?’ I guess it’s all about perspective after all…

Dreamy afternoon in Christchurch

Dreamy afternoon in Christchurch

Have you ever been so overwhelmed by the charm of a place that you just started crying? Well, I sure have today in the beautiful little town of Christchurch! (Granted, it has happened before in the past, in Athens, but that was over 10 years…