Last month I went on a three week vacation to visit my boyfriend in the USA. Having only previously flown to Germany last year (see blog posts Part 1 and Part 2 here, if interested), this was a heck of a giant leap. Travelling alone has become the norm to me, and I'm actually thinking of doing a sort of travel guide to newbie solo travellers. We'll see. Anyhow, back on topic. I landed in San Jose and we then drove up to San Francisco. My journey over was smooth despite the two, yes, two, layovers I had to endear for the sake of saving £29. Worth it? Questionable. My thrifty side needs to take a backseat sometimes.
Our first trip in San Francisco lasted two nights, but we later went back for a day trip to hit the places that we missed out on the first time around. But I'm going to list everything as if it were one magical trip, otherwise both you and I are going to get confused. (Just me? Shush.)
Where We Stayed:
Hotel Kabuki. Our trip began with a two night stay in Japantown. My partner kindly arranged our accommodation and having stayed there previously, went with what he already knew. The room was beautiful but the view took the cake, especially at night. The hotel itself was within short walking distance from the shops/restaurants that Japantown has to offer and a quick 8-10 minute Uber ride to Highway 101 and the busy streets of San Francisco. It was the perfect fit for us. Local but quiet.
Hotel Kabuki didn't have any flaws in particular, but there was a slight downside of the bed being a little firm. Not a major deal breaker, but if that isn't your particular thing and you're planning on a longer stay, it may not be the most comfortable for you. A highlight of the stay for me was the first night together. We were both exhausted and ordered our traditional pizza (mushroom and pineapple, FYI) on the first night together, and ate on crisp white sheets - which my mother would object hugely to. Being the oh so sweet man that he is, my partner brought a bottle of champagne for us to toast to the trip. And not thinking to call down and request two glasses, we instead drank directly from the bottle under the warmth of the duvet. You don't get fancier than that, folks. Whether it was the situation or non-existent jetlag, I don't know, but I remember being incredibly amused and more importantly, happy. I will cherish that memory.
Things We Did:
Japantown: During the first day, we mostly wandered around the array of stores that the town had to offer and spent an endless amount of minutes flailing over the array of cute cat things. The quaint little independent shops were really fun to look around and having even better company for it made it heavenly (yes, I am going to be sickly in love throughout this entire thing. You're welcome.).
Panoramic Night Tour: In the evening, we booked a two-hour tour with Big Bus Tours to see the beautiful lights of San Francisco at night. The sightseeing spots it offers are as follows; Golden Gate Bridge, Grace Cathedral, Bay Bridge, and skyline views from Treasure Island. It seemed romantic, and it had the possibility to be. The scenery was spectacular. Sadly, we froze to death. Not literal death, obviously. But good God, it was cold. Having forgotten his jacket at home, my better half got the bunt of it. If you're planning on doing one of these, here's my advice: Layer up. Bring your own blanket. Possibly a thermos. The tour itself sells blankets for a whooping $10 each, and it wasn't especially warm. Despite the chilly weather, it was fun. The fog rolled in (shocker, I know.. that was sarcasm), and the rain started to fall as we went over the bay bridge and it was just.. electric. I didn't take many photos due to the shivering and numb fingers, but some things you just have to experience, you know?
Golden Gate Park: In all honesty, we only went here to hit the three places that are location around the area (listed below), but it was a noteworthy spot itself. The area is beautiful and having a stroll around was quite romantic. We got lunch from a food truck, sat on a bench near the fountain, and people watched. Children were laughing and splashing in the water (which, please, don't let your child do. You don't know if there's glass in there and the water itself is absolutely freezing. Not wise. Nuh-uh.), people were going about their day, the sound of water was loud and you could feel the chill in the air that it caused. It was an accidental date, and damn great.
Japanese Tea Gardens: Beautiful. There are no other words to describe this little place of tranquillity. It's strange, but there were so many people crammed around the small cobble-stone paths, yet it still felt peaceful. We didn't go to the cafe due to the mass amounts of people there, but I couldn't find it in me to be disappointed. It's worth going to even if you only have a spare 10 minutes - cost and all. A truly romantic spot.
California Academy of Sciences: Fun but expensive. This is the kind of place that anyone of any age will enjoy. It's fascinating, fun and beautiful in parts. You get everything. I feel like I'm three seconds away from yelling "Fun for all the family!" but it is. With so many different exhibits and various subjects in science that are there for you to both learn and appreciate from, it's worth a visit.
De Young Museum: I failed at taking photos here, as it just didn't seem right. There was a sense of serenity that I just couldn't bring myself to disrupt by bringing out my camera - sometimes the phone is best left in the bag. Walking around the many, many exhibitions that it has to offer, I grew to appreciate art far more than I have done in the past. I'm not hugely knowledgeable when it comes to art, but I do enjoy walking around a space that is homed to so many incredible pieces that hold such sentiment to their artist, and in turn, history. There isn't a particular way to accurately describe it. It's something you have to experience for yourself.
Where We Ate:
Mifune: Sushi was on my bucket list, for no particular reason. Turns out that eating at Japanese restaurants as a vegetarian is difficult. Tip: Always check what they put in the broth. We found our way in the end and ordered. It was good - peculiar for my mouth - but good. We got an appetizer of tempura and a roll of both Kappa Maki and Shinko Maki. The service was good, and their coffee was strong. We went around 1pm and it was absolutely dead except us and another guy. So that's worth keeping in mind.
Chocolate Chair: As we cruised around a shopping centre in Japantown, we noticed a food stand that sold coloured balls that appeared to smoke. Of course, curiosity got the better of us and we bought some. The odd snack is called Dragon's Breathe. Fruit Loop flavoured cereal puffs dosed in liquid nitrogen that causes smoke to come out of your nostrils and mouth. Yum? This is nothing other than a novelty, but a fun one. For $5 (small) or $7 (large), it's worth the laugh. Not to mention the cool selfies.
Bruno's Pizzeria: Decent pizza. Not the best, but not bad by any means. The sauce was just a little lack luster. In spite of that, I was happy with it because my cat is also called Bruno. I'm an easily pleased woman.
Original Buffalo Wings: Yeah, I know. "You're veggie. Weird choice." But I'll rest my case by saying that they did sweet potato fries and my boyfriend is meat friendly. We actually had the food from here delivered (again), and it travelled surprisingly well. I had a garden burger, yes, my inner 2009 Twilight fangirl was thriving #noshame, and it was really good. Homemade veggie patty and heaps of salad. If you want a quick delivery place that isn't pizza, and want it to be fairly reasonably priced and good? This is your spot.
All in all, our two night/three day visit to San Francisco was everything we could of wanted it to be. I wouldn't of changed anything. It was a beautiful city and I look forward to hopefully visiting again in future (ideally with the same company).
Our first trip in San Francisco lasted two nights, but we later went back for a day trip to hit the places that we missed out on the first time around. But I'm going to list everything as if it were one magical trip, otherwise both you and I are going to get confused. (Just me? Shush.)
Where We Stayed:
Hotel Kabuki. Our trip began with a two night stay in Japantown. My partner kindly arranged our accommodation and having stayed there previously, went with what he already knew. The room was beautiful but the view took the cake, especially at night. The hotel itself was within short walking distance from the shops/restaurants that Japantown has to offer and a quick 8-10 minute Uber ride to Highway 101 and the busy streets of San Francisco. It was the perfect fit for us. Local but quiet.
Things We Did:
Japantown: During the first day, we mostly wandered around the array of stores that the town had to offer and spent an endless amount of minutes flailing over the array of cute cat things. The quaint little independent shops were really fun to look around and having even better company for it made it heavenly (yes, I am going to be sickly in love throughout this entire thing. You're welcome.).
Panoramic Night Tour: In the evening, we booked a two-hour tour with Big Bus Tours to see the beautiful lights of San Francisco at night. The sightseeing spots it offers are as follows; Golden Gate Bridge, Grace Cathedral, Bay Bridge, and skyline views from Treasure Island. It seemed romantic, and it had the possibility to be. The scenery was spectacular. Sadly, we froze to death. Not literal death, obviously. But good God, it was cold. Having forgotten his jacket at home, my better half got the bunt of it. If you're planning on doing one of these, here's my advice: Layer up. Bring your own blanket. Possibly a thermos. The tour itself sells blankets for a whooping $10 each, and it wasn't especially warm. Despite the chilly weather, it was fun. The fog rolled in (shocker, I know.. that was sarcasm), and the rain started to fall as we went over the bay bridge and it was just.. electric. I didn't take many photos due to the shivering and numb fingers, but some things you just have to experience, you know?
The Bay Bridge: After having the quick pitstop here the previous night (see photo above), we decided to take a quick detour during the drive home to take some photos in the daylight. Near treasure Island and within sight of Alcatraz, it's a beautiful spot for photo taking. Especially as it was deadly quiet. Bonus!
Japanese Tea Gardens: Beautiful. There are no other words to describe this little place of tranquillity. It's strange, but there were so many people crammed around the small cobble-stone paths, yet it still felt peaceful. We didn't go to the cafe due to the mass amounts of people there, but I couldn't find it in me to be disappointed. It's worth going to even if you only have a spare 10 minutes - cost and all. A truly romantic spot.
California Academy of Sciences: Fun but expensive. This is the kind of place that anyone of any age will enjoy. It's fascinating, fun and beautiful in parts. You get everything. I feel like I'm three seconds away from yelling "Fun for all the family!" but it is. With so many different exhibits and various subjects in science that are there for you to both learn and appreciate from, it's worth a visit.
Where We Ate:
Mifune: Sushi was on my bucket list, for no particular reason. Turns out that eating at Japanese restaurants as a vegetarian is difficult. Tip: Always check what they put in the broth. We found our way in the end and ordered. It was good - peculiar for my mouth - but good. We got an appetizer of tempura and a roll of both Kappa Maki and Shinko Maki. The service was good, and their coffee was strong. We went around 1pm and it was absolutely dead except us and another guy. So that's worth keeping in mind.
Chocolate Chair: As we cruised around a shopping centre in Japantown, we noticed a food stand that sold coloured balls that appeared to smoke. Of course, curiosity got the better of us and we bought some. The odd snack is called Dragon's Breathe. Fruit Loop flavoured cereal puffs dosed in liquid nitrogen that causes smoke to come out of your nostrils and mouth. Yum? This is nothing other than a novelty, but a fun one. For $5 (small) or $7 (large), it's worth the laugh. Not to mention the cool selfies.
Bruno's Pizzeria: Decent pizza. Not the best, but not bad by any means. The sauce was just a little lack luster. In spite of that, I was happy with it because my cat is also called Bruno. I'm an easily pleased woman.
Original Buffalo Wings: Yeah, I know. "You're veggie. Weird choice." But I'll rest my case by saying that they did sweet potato fries and my boyfriend is meat friendly. We actually had the food from here delivered (again), and it travelled surprisingly well. I had a garden burger, yes, my inner 2009 Twilight fangirl was thriving #noshame, and it was really good. Homemade veggie patty and heaps of salad. If you want a quick delivery place that isn't pizza, and want it to be fairly reasonably priced and good? This is your spot.
All in all, our two night/three day visit to San Francisco was everything we could of wanted it to be. I wouldn't of changed anything. It was a beautiful city and I look forward to hopefully visiting again in future (ideally with the same company).
- Anne x
The Robin || A Short Story
11/14/2016
When Christina was eight-years-old, she had once thought it was wise to climb the tree that stood proudly in the far corner of her local playground. It was the same place her family had always taken both her and her brother growing up. The swings creaked and the slide could be a tad wobbly, but it had that homey charm that doesn't come from complicated designs or a fancy pants location. It was surrounded by the most beautiful park, and you in Spring the entire place would smell of newly blossomed flowers. Both children and parents seemed to favour this particular park over the others, almost as if it had magical powers. The atmosphere was always electric and being her quiet self, Christina often preferred to sit under the climbing frame and watch it all unfold around her. Her parents had tried to persuade her to go and play with the other children multiple times, but her response was always 'But I'm having fun. Aren't I meant to?'. Eventually they stopped pestering her, but it didn't dampen their worries or late-night talks about her. Teachers had said she was the same in school, and suggested that they try to get her to interact more with children of her own age bracket. But it was difficult. If Christina was anything, she was stubborn.
As the months
passed, other children caught onto her hiding spot and decided to
sit there themselves. They'd asked if they could join her and despite the fact that she had said yes, that she didn't mind, she had actually felt like she was being cast out of her own spot. She didn't even attempt to exist there with them, it just seemed illogical and she felt as if she would be a nuisance. Instead she took it upon herself to find a new place. Eventually she had settled on sitting beneath a
tree that was rooted a mere few steps from the swings. The tree
itself was at the very least 30ft tall, you could barely see the top
if you stood in close proximity to it. In the eyes of the little girl, it looked endless. There were barely any leaves
coating it's ancient looking branches due to the current autumn
weather, and it gave the impression that it would creak from a mere
touch. She loved the spot instantly. Leaves crunched under her as she
moved and there was a smell of oak that reminded her of Christmas
time, when she would venture out to collect wood with her Grandpa for
the roaring fire he loved so much.
Later that night she
lay in bed and couldn't stop her mind from trailing back to her spot,
a buzz of excitement lining her stomach at the thought of going back.
Her father had promised that he'd take her back after school on
Friday, which was three sleeps away. It was so strange, that tree had
been there for as long as she could remember and it had never
occurred to her to sit beneath it. It was so incredibly beautiful and
she had simply walked passed every visit, not even giving the thing a
second glance. How many other pretty things had she missed in her
life, due to her need of similarity?
Change wasn't her speciality. She had cried and cried last year when her mother had come home with a new car. They didn't understand what was wrong. "This is now ours. We'll make new memories." they said. But she liked the purple colour of the last car and she had a seat in it. It was hers - suited to her. She knew every nook and cranny and she longed for the day when she could sit up front. And just like that, it was gone. It wasn't fair that she didn't get a say. After all, it was a part of her life too, right? The change affected her. The same thing happened last weekend when her parents had surprised their children after school with a dinner out, instead of the usual meatballs and spaghetti that they had on a Friday. She had gotten upset. It frustrated her because she knew it was silly to be crying over this. It should've been a fun experience and she didn't want her parents to be hurt, but it was her instant reaction. She had looked forward to sitting at the table and eating her father's speciality all day. Then poof, it was gone. Her brother called her stupid and she had she cried herself to sleep that night. How could she get them to understand when she didn't herself? She wished and wished to fly away but it never came true. Now as she looked up at the white doves painted onto her ceiling, the glow of her night light making them appear pink, she wondered if she was a version of her tree to her family. Maybe they just hadn't looked hard enough to see her properly yet.
Change wasn't her speciality. She had cried and cried last year when her mother had come home with a new car. They didn't understand what was wrong. "This is now ours. We'll make new memories." they said. But she liked the purple colour of the last car and she had a seat in it. It was hers - suited to her. She knew every nook and cranny and she longed for the day when she could sit up front. And just like that, it was gone. It wasn't fair that she didn't get a say. After all, it was a part of her life too, right? The change affected her. The same thing happened last weekend when her parents had surprised their children after school with a dinner out, instead of the usual meatballs and spaghetti that they had on a Friday. She had gotten upset. It frustrated her because she knew it was silly to be crying over this. It should've been a fun experience and she didn't want her parents to be hurt, but it was her instant reaction. She had looked forward to sitting at the table and eating her father's speciality all day. Then poof, it was gone. Her brother called her stupid and she had she cried herself to sleep that night. How could she get them to understand when she didn't herself? She wished and wished to fly away but it never came true. Now as she looked up at the white doves painted onto her ceiling, the glow of her night light making them appear pink, she wondered if she was a version of her tree to her family. Maybe they just hadn't looked hard enough to see her properly yet.
She dreamt of fairies
that flew on pink doves that night.
Friday came
excruciatingly slow, but like everything, it eventually came around.
Christina was bouncing and skipping during the entire walk to the
park. Her father laughed and she wanted to dance in the sound. They
rarely had just daughter and father time nowadays so she cherished
these moments. She dragged her father instantly to the tree and made
him sit, he looked around and said how pretty it was. "But you know,
honey. At the park, you're meant to play on the things that, you
know, make it a playground." He gestured toward the swings and her brows
instantly scrunched together in confusion.
"I like it here." she said. He gave her that dad smile and moved to stand, his knees cracking in protest.
"Okay. You play here, I'll go do my grown up thing." He gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead before strolling over to the bench that he usually sat on, already pulling his phone out of his pocket.
"I like it here." she said. He gave her that dad smile and moved to stand, his knees cracking in protest.
"Okay. You play here, I'll go do my grown up thing." He gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead before strolling over to the bench that he usually sat on, already pulling his phone out of his pocket.
"He didn't get it." she sadly said to herself, watching him go.
The weeks that followed
where uneventful. The evenings got colder and it rained more often, but the novelty of her new spot didn't wear off. Every Tuesday and
Friday Christina would be elite with enthusiasm during the entirety
of her school day, her toes itching in her wellies with the desire to stomp on
leaves.
It was a Friday afternoon when it all went wrong.
It had been raining
throughout the day and it plummeted Christina's spirits, the thought
of not going making her feel dreary. But much to her excitement, the weather started to
clear up later in the afternoon and the droplets of rain lessened with each passing hour.
The breeze still felt wet but it didn't warrant a cancellation of their
trip. Her dad came to get her, only her, her brother had gone to his friends
house for the evening. It was perfect.
The moment they got there, she ran ahead and
he took his usual seat on the damp bench. Within short distance from
her spot, Christina suddenly came to a standstill. A robin whose
chest was painted with the brightest of reds flew straight above her
head and landed atop one of the twiggy branches. Ever since she was a
little girl, Christina had a fascination with birds. They always
seemed so free and kind. She wanted to become one with them. The young girl's heart was beating wildly as she turned her head to see
what her father was doing, a surge of glee flooding her insides
as his nose was buried deep in his phone. Without a second thought
Christina ran toward the tree, her tree, and began to climb.
It was difficult at first to find the right spot to stand, but it was almost as though the trunk adapted to her shape and small feet, and made the hollows just for her. The grips of her yellow rain boots aided in her climb and the cold sank straight through her kitten shaped gloves as she lifted herself into the air. Higher and higher she went. She didn't dare look down or back, instead keeping her determined eyes on the bird she was soon to become one with. It's head bobbed as it watched the small child inch closer.
It was difficult at first to find the right spot to stand, but it was almost as though the trunk adapted to her shape and small feet, and made the hollows just for her. The grips of her yellow rain boots aided in her climb and the cold sank straight through her kitten shaped gloves as she lifted herself into the air. Higher and higher she went. She didn't dare look down or back, instead keeping her determined eyes on the bird she was soon to become one with. It's head bobbed as it watched the small child inch closer.
'I'm doing it!'
Christina internally squealed. She could hear her own pulse, and there was a loud buzzing filling her ears to go alongside it. She felt as though she'd been climbing for hours, even though barely a minute had passed.
Her calves were shaking from the effort she was putting into it, but she didn't care. She wanted to fly. She
was going to fly. That's when her foot applied just a little too much
pressure on a branch and down she fell. She hit the ground with a
loud thud and she instantly felt sick. A feeling of warmth was spreading behind her head. It was strange. It felt as
though it had taken so long to climb, yet barely a second to fall.
She could hear her dad's panicked voice and his approaching footsteps getting
louder, but she didn't move.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she
watched the bird fly away.
She had needed
seventeen stitches – thirteen on her thigh and four on the back of her head. The doctors had said it was lucky that she was so bundled up as it
could've been much worse. Her mother had scowled her like no other
and she was even grounded for two whole weeks, which was completely
illogical to her eight-year-old mind as she was usually spoilt
rotten when sick or hurt. Throughout the entire hospital visit, she
cried. Not from the pain or fright, but because she thought the birds
had rejected her. They didn't want her to fly with them. That night
in bed, she cried again.
It had been days of
tears and rest until her father eventually knelt down beside her
bed and begged her to tell him what was wrong. He was fearful that
she was hurting more than she said and didn't want to confess it, in fear of angering them some
more. His daughters chest heaved as she sobbed
out her confession, her reasoning behind all these long nights making
him want to laugh from relief. Her big brown puffy eyes looked at him
as she said the words that had been circling her mind "Why didn't
they want me?"
"Sweetheart, you can't
fly with them. They couldn't of accepted you for a very important
reason." He stroked his little girl's hair and a small hiccup came
out muffled with her words.
"But why? What reason?" she cried.
Getting up, he sat down beside her on her wooden framed bed and took her into his arms. He had held his wife as she cried from fear last Friday night, and now it was his other girl's turn. "Because, you have to fly with the humans. You have to fly with your family. I know it can be hard sometimes, but all that matters is that we fly together. Okay?"
"But why? What reason?" she cried.
Getting up, he sat down beside her on her wooden framed bed and took her into his arms. He had held his wife as she cried from fear last Friday night, and now it was his other girl's turn. "Because, you have to fly with the humans. You have to fly with your family. I know it can be hard sometimes, but all that matters is that we fly together. Okay?"
He'd
nicknamed her Robin after that night, and it stuck.
- Anne.
Don't Breathe, 2016 | Movie Review
9/21/2016
You know we're heading into October when the cinema is showing two horror movies. Blair Witch is undoubtedly the big name, but having not been a huge fan of the original (don't kick me out of the horror fan club!) and the bad reviews it's continuing to get, I have a major lack of interest. It's such an unnecessary release too. It seems like clinging onto old movies and remaking parts has hit the horror genre, But that's a rant for another time. Instead I went for Don't Breathe. A horror/thriller about a blind guy who goes nutty on some thieves. Can you tell I'm not a natural at describing movies yet?
Before we get into the review, I want to say that this is spoiler free but it'd be hard to explain my feelings toward this movie without giving away little tidbits, like the infamous turkey baster scene. So bear with me and skip the spoiler paragraph if you want a mere overview with nothing ruined.
Three common thieves spend their free time ransacking homes of the wealthy, in hopes to one day start new lives in California. After catching word of a blind ex-veteran who is sitting on a large settlement thanks to his daughter getting killed in a accident, they quickly plan the job of a lifetime. Unknown to them, The Blind Man has a secret of his own and will do anything to keep it hidden. The night soon turns deadly as the trio are locked in the crazed man's home and wind up fighting for survival.
The main three characters Money, Alex and Rocky are decently written, if not a little cliche. You have the misunderstood female, the douchebag, and the Mr. Nice Guy. But it's okay because it works. Rocky played by Jane Levy (Who was really good at creeping the heck out of everyone in the Evil Dead remake) was the standout to me. She an underappreciated actress, and I hope to see more of her in the horror world. She good at looking freaked and being freaky. Stephan Lang who plays The Blind Guy did the role justice. His quick moves and intimidating stance is all the scare you could want. The other two guys played by Dylan Minnette and Daniel Zovatto were great but less memorable.
I'll be honest.. The start of the movie is infuriating. Newsflash fictionalised characters: Just because the guy is blind, doesn't mean he can't hear you. Shut the heck up. The three characters were so incredibly loud when breaking in that it seems next to impossible that the homeowner didn't hear them. You want to shush them yourself. From there you get your average horror movie up until The Blind Guy gets up and around. But once the story kicks off, it doesn't stop. Don't Breathe doesn't give you a spare minute to get bored, which I will commend it for. The suspense is amicable and although some parts make you question if that is even possible, you're still entertained by the "Yikes" moments.
In one particular scene of the movie, The Blind Guy turns off the lights to even the playing field, and it's a great scene. You watch as he easily makes his way around his home with his mapped out objects, and as the others struggle. It's realistic and incredibly entertaining to watch as the tables are turned. The other notable scene is one where they first discover that the job may be more than they bargained for and quickly text each other (with their phones on silent, thank the Lord they aren't complete idiots) as a form of communication. It gave off Halloween Resurrection vibes and wish they'd continued with that a little. It would've been far better than the idiotic loud whispers they were doing later on.
It continues with the cat and mouse game until part way to the end, where the story takes a dramatic turn in direction which somewhat disappointed me. I was hoping it'd stay simple. Just a robbery gone wrong and the classic psycho (or defensive homeowner, depends on how you look at it). It's rare nowadays that you get your basic horror. A mad man with a knife. A few cannibals just hanging in the forest. No, now there always has to be a twist to keep the audiences entertained. Sadly, sometimes you really don't need it. Did Don't Breathe, you ask? Hm. I'm torn on that one. Personally, I think they didn't need to change it up quite as much as they did. Yes, it helped explain why certain things were going on, but the original premise really would've stood up on it's own. I'm looking forward to reading other reviews after I publish this to see what other people thought (I don't like to before, as I don't want my own opinion to be swayed.). It was interesting how you didn't really know who's side to take in the movie, I mean, they were robbing him. A blind guy. An ex-veteran. They weren't your run-of-the-mill lost teenagers in a forest or campers. I liked that aspect.
****Possible Spoilers****
The turkey baster scene was a little step too far and made the line between horror and humour a little blurred. Countless guys in the audience heaved and the girls laughed as the baster and it's filling was rammed down The Blind Man's throat. But due to this, was the original horror element of the situation lost? It was assault in a different form, and truly horrific for the girl(s) in the movie. It made you feel uneasy but then laugh. Meh. I couldn't help but think of the girl he had done that to. As the movie progressed and the decision as to whether to turn him in or not was decided, I couldn't help but dislike Rocky for not being a kickass female character and standing up to him to prevent other girls from possibly going through that. I may just be overthinking it, and I'm sorry if I'm being one of those annoying people who take movies too seriously, but it was infuriating and lacked the character growth that I wanted.
The ending of the movie felt like a car that keeps stopping and restarting. It was bumpy and because of that, it lost it's fear factor and became a movie that people started to giggle and make fun of. It didn't need to be. How many times can a dog attack? How many times can you think you're safe? If you played a "take a shot every time she stops and thinks she's safe" you'll be on the floor before the credits roll. It's a real shame as I was expecting more.
****End of Spoilers****
The ending was left open to interpretation and possibly a sequel, but I hope they keep it as a one-shot. Not every movie has to has a follow up. Jeepers (Creepers). Saying that, I do really want Jeepers Creepers: Cathedral to happen. Finally. After all these years. Please? Pretty please? I digress, and beg. But that's okay. (Triple pretty please though?)
I wanted to love Don't Breathe, I really did. But I ended up just liking it. The shock value and the jump scares was entertaining, but it was incredibly problematic at times which was hard to ignore. I was left with more questions and problems than memorable scenes. Like, how did a blind man carry a unconscious girl down a rigidity ladder without her waking? How does one sniff out a shoe? Either way, I won't be looking at a turkey baster the same ever again.
If I was a rater, I'd give Don't Breathe a 6.5/10. But I'm not, so watch it yourself and shoot me your thoughts. Always happy to hear differing opinions! Makes life fun.
I was strolling around Home Bargains looking for a body lotion when I spotted the XBC Aqueous Cream for £1.99. I normally use body butters as my skin appreciates the thick moister being the awkwardly sensitive and dry creature that it is. So my main worry was that this (like many other lotions) would either bring me out in red blotches, or resemble pouring water on my skin. Luckily my worries were for nought and I have since used this as both a lotion and facial cleanser with great results.
As a lotion: The smell is hideous, I'll be honest. It resembles play dough. Yeah, not the best. I mix in a drop of Lavender oil which helps, but isn't necessarily needed. For a good affordable product that makes your skin silky, it's worth just putting up with it. Being sensitive I am often affected when using perfumed products, but my skin eats this up. Unlike some "non-perfumed miracle creams" this doesn't leave a sticky residue on your skin making you want to wash it off. It's light and sinks in quickly, yet gives you glorious smooth skin and rids of any dry patches. The best of both worlds. I noticed the results immediately and continue to do so.
As a cleanser: I'm lucky when it comes to moderately clear skin. If I indulge in the sugar pot or have a few too many glasses of wine in a week, I can get small breakouts but they usually pass within a few days. Lately I was noticing dry patches along my nose and chin area, so out came the trusty Sudocrem but regrettably, it wasn't working. If anything it seemed to be drying my skin out more. So seeing the option of using this as a skin cleanser, I figured 'what the hell?'. I take a small amount and massage it into my skin before washing off with warm water, twice daily. I noticed the difference right away, and my skin is loving it. I'd strongly recommend you giving it a go. It doesn't irritate my eyes or give any tightness to the skin.
If you have a local Home Bargains, pop in and give this a go. You can't go wrong for £1.99.
Alternatively you can purchase it from Amazon for £4.99.
Do you have any budget friendly skin miracles? Shoot me a tweet or comment! I'd love to know.
- Anne x
Starhill || A Short Story
8/22/2016
"I love you, silly girl." You saying those words for the first time are so vivid to me that it seems like only yesterday. We were sitting right here, on this hill that we claimed as our own. You named it Starhill when you had accidentally stumbled across this spot during a hike with friends. You chose the name as you could practically count the galaxy when laying on the grass. We'd look up for hours on end, getting lost in the immensity of it. But now as I gaze up at the beauty that is the night sky, mist appears to cover the bewitchment of the stars from my vision. There are a rare few bright dots that make it through refusing to dim, but they still remain blurred. I wonder whether the brightness of them had always been this weak, and I had simply failed to notice before due to your presence at my side. Everything had seemed brighter with you.
Thunder cracks. Rain begins to drizzle, causing my clothes to stick to me like a second skin. I rejoice at the shiver it sends down my spine. A feeling. Uncomfortable, bitter. My fingers grow numb. Good or bad, this place was alive with sensations. It always had been. I blink back against the water that lands on my colourless face, and then I realise.. the stars weren't blurred from the misty clouds. I was crying.
You had brought me here on our second outing as friends. I was taken back by the beauty that blanketed us. I had asked why we wasted our time hanging out at my place if you had this type of location to offer, and you had laughed. "I don't bring anyone here." My eyes involuntarily rolled in your direction, my smile refusing to waver. We had been like this for the few days we had known each other. Flirtation, banter, yet.. tenderness. I had never met anyone like you. You were this rarity of a friend and I had never been more at ease around someone. We shared a kiss the night before that outing, but neither one of us had mentioned it since. I had asked you to stay with me in a hushed whisper, my lips still caressing yours with every word said. I couldn't find the strength to pull back. You had agreed. We proceeded to climb into my hand-me-down single bed with the floral sheets. Your warm breath tickled the top of my head, and our limbs automatically entwined to get comfortable in the small amount of space we shared. I'd drooled a little on your chest and you had woken me at 03:17am snoring. You also had a tendency to kick the sheets off your caramel skinned body, but I had yet to learn that. It was perfectly imperfect.
"I bet you say that to all the girls." I had teased you, arms lifting at my sides as I twirled on the spot. My chiffon lilac dress fanning around me. I danced a lot back then, it was my freedom. You later became my freedom. You caught me before I had time for a second spin, those hands that would one day save lives as a paramedic wrapping around my slender waist, the same waist that you would later trail kisses down as I cried about my hatred toward my body to you. My blue hues caught yours, falling into those depths that resembled the colour of espresso. They were pools of warmth, indescribable warmth. "As a matter of fact, no, I haven't brought anybody here. And this wasn't planned. But when I woke up this morning, half choking on your hair mind." You wrapped a lock of my auburn hair between your fingers as if to emphasis your point, and chuckled. "Hair that smells of blueberries but does not taste of them. Rather disappointing. I digress."
"I do that a lot." I blurted out.
"Digress?"
I nod, nails biting into my palms not yet sure whether I could rest them on your chest. "Digress. Babble. Yes. I always have done, since I was very small. My father used to say that I had a tendency to do it when I was beyond happy or nervous. Could've been worse, I knew children who threw up when nervous, or, at least in the school plays and dance recitals. Luckily I was just the annoying loon who couldn't keep her trap shut due to nerves. Or happiness. Probably nerves."
You smirked, lower lip rolling inward as your tongue caressed it. The action created a crate of butterflies to be released in my stomach. "Which is it now? Nerves or happiness?" A crease formed between my brows and pulled them in as if they were on strings, confusion clouding over me for the few seconds it took me to realise what you meant. I had babbled. My first babble to you. You'd later tell me that this moment was when you fell for me. My lips formed into an 'O' shape, unable to find the right words to mask my embarrassment. You laughed and right then, mid laugh, that's when we shared our first proper kiss.
Twelve days later, I officially became your girl.
August 14th. It was a Saturday. We had been together for three months. You'd been living with me for a few weeks, and we clicked perfectly. Our routines moulded around each other, and there was no effort required. We adjusted to our new life together as if it were a single dance move, we perfected it after a handful of tries. I hadn't slept again the previous night due to all those problems that plagued me back then. - I can't imagine the day that I will ever not regret putting you through that. I'm so incredibly sorry, sweetheart. I will apologise to my grave. No man should carry that amount of worry with him, I can't help but wonder whether that was partly why we lost.
You had asked me if I would like to visit Starhill as you had a day off, that of which would become a rarity for us in a matter of years. I had eagerly agreed and a 42 minute car ride later, we found ourselves on a chequered blanket laying right where I am now. The surprise picnic you had hidden in the trunk before we arrived was spread out between us, and we took turns warming our hands with the thermos filled with hot coffee, which we then drank out of paper cups that you had "borrowed” from the hospital cafeteria. 'Can you envision a future with me?' you abruptly asked, causing my head to turn in your direction. I was about to taunt you for being so silly, but that look in your eyes told me that you were being serious.
"That shouldn't be the question. I'm sadly not talented in the arts of knowing the future. But can I envision a future without you? No. And that equally thrills and terrifies me."
"I'm not going to leave you." You suddenly said. Voicing it so simply, as if you were saying that you were going to get pineapple on your pizza. Or that you prefer Coke over Pepsi. No hesitation, just a statement.
"You can't know that." I argued. Always the debater.
"No, but I know what's in my heart and I couldn't go a day without knowing you. Without knowing how you were. It would drive me insane." You shook your head as if the thought was too troubling to even think about.
"You have work." Some days, even back then, I wouldn't see you due to your obligations at the hospital. You often found it easier to sleep there as the 2 hour commute was exhausting you. I always understood, but it was tough. I often questioned whether you had enough time to juggle both your training and us. You told me that we would always come first, as a man is nothing without love. But still, I wondered if your life would be simpler if you didn't have to factor me in.
"I'll always find time for us." you said, mirroring my thoughts.
"Distance will come between us." I, again, argued. But you so easily dismissed it.
"It won't be easy. But just the thought of knowing I might be with you tomorrow, is enough to get me through any day without you."
"You're a cup half full type of guy. I can't do that." I sighed, pushing myself upwards. You followed suit.
"I'll teach you."
"I'm a terrible student."
"Silly." You sighed, budging onto your knees and bringing me up to mirror your position. I was looking down at our now entwined hands, unable to meet your eyes. Knowing you would see the amount of fear behind my own. "Look at me." you softly asked. "Please."
I begrudgingly did, my throat bobbing in the process. "I love you. Nothing more, nothing less. I love you."
"I love you too." How I wish my voice hadn't cracked saying that. Whereas you, well, you smiled so brightly I thought the sky would turn a darker shade in comparison. Even your voice seemed to echo your happiness. "Thank you, silly. Now please do me the honour of standing up." I blinked once, twice, a third time. "Huh?" Confusion wound around my insides like a ribbon. You emitted a chuckle and led me onto my feet using our hands as leverage. "Don't fret, I just have something I need to do." I held my breath as you knelt down on one knee. Your left knee, to be precise. Not that it matters, but I remember thinking 'why not the right?'. It's strange what our brain does to us in a moment of shock.
"Sweetheart, from this moment forth, I promise to love you and protect you every single day. For the length of our forever. I promise to always be at your side, through happiness and sadness, passing no judgement. Only love. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?" Tears flew down my cheeks at lightening speed, all while my lips broke into the kind of smile that I often wonder whether I will ever be able to recreate. "Yes. Yes!"
Even now my throat bobs at the memory. My palms sink into the damp grass as I lean back and greedily gulp down the cool air to push down the bile that's risen in my throat. The silence is eerie, darkness casting shadows over everything that was once a beckon of love for us. Our place - where we fell for each other over the course of those many sleepless nights. A lack of sleep became second nature to me during our relationship, I became codependent on your company at nightfall. A truly terrible thing. By the time you were home and half asleep, I had unintentionally woken myself up. You could always sleep without me.
Our last night on this hill was the very same night that the credits began to roll on our story.
We'd been at Starhill for roughly an hour. It had been my idea to come, and I hated that you were reluctant. You used to jump at the chance, yet now it seemed like an inconvenience. You had been working away from home for the past few days and this was your first night back. I immediately felt bad and retracted my suggestion, instead saying we could stay at home and relax, but that only seemed to fuel your frustration. It had been like this for months. We would stay at home falling into our usual routine, and you'd seem disheartened by the familiarity of it all. Yet when I'd suggest change, you'd deem it a nuisance given your schedule. I didn't know what you wanted, and I, myself, had grown tired of asking you. It seemed you didn't even know what you wanted. But I knew what I wanted – you. So we sat there at our spot, exchanging small talk, showing vague signs of emotion, sharing quiet laughter. The new us. The wrong us.
Then you did the unthinkable, you asked me how I was. You see, my love, I had spent the entirety of the precious days, the days you hadn't called, crying over what we had become. Loneliness acting like rust on my insides, spreading within minutes. It was eating me alive. All I had wanted was a few minutes with you. Your words. Yet, as you sat there beside me and asked the question that I had longed to hear from you, I realised that I didn't want to tell you. Not out of secrecy, but because I knew you didn't care. You weren't asking because you wanted the answer, you were asking out of habit. You know how I knew such a thing? I didn't answer, and you didn't notice.
To this day I don't know whether I intended to say the following words to you, or if it was merely a thought that got accidentally voiced. "Maybe we need a break."
It was out there, and it felt like a bolder had been lifted off of my chest, only to be thrown back on.
I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't for you to simply look at me. Not saying a single word. You didn't look angry, sad, or even surprised. You just looked at the woman, me, who you had once claimed to be your soulmate. I continued talking to fill the silence, pouring out my heart to you for the second time on this hill. "I don't think you miss me any more, which is inevitable. We've been together for 5 years and we've been incredible. But for a couple to move forward at all, both parties have to try and show some effort. I understand that you're busy, and I'm so proud of you for all the good you have done. I love you beyond words. I was willing to wait for you, and I still am. But I can't live my life always waiting for the phone to ring, to make me feel not alone. It isn't fair on either of us. You are able to offer us more, but you refuse to. Perhaps you need time away, or time to think.. To decide what it is you want from us. I just feel like I've already lost you and I don't know why."
"I'm sorry. I don't know for what exactly, but I just seem to always let you down. I care about you, a lot. And I love you.. I do. But I can't make promises. I don't know if we can make this work with the distance, and I don't know if we can make this a constant reality. I've made you wait for over 5 years. It bothers me. All this time, you could've been with someone who could hold you whenever they liked. Protected you in the way that you need. You could be in a relationship that isn't built up of texts and missed phone calls." you tugged harshly on your hair, in that way you always did when stressed. My hand itched to reach out and stop you, but my arm felt like led at my side. I had no control. "Maybe we need time. You need time. I need time."
I could hear my heart in my ears as you stood, towering over me. My chest felt tight and the world appeared to become hazy in front of my eyes. You lent down and pressed those lips I loved against the crown of my head, a tender kiss that I still felt lingering there days later. Your tone was barely above a whisper and I strained to hear it. "I'm sorry, silly. I love you, always will."
Maybe I should of stood and demanded to be heard. Maybe I ought to of pleaded with you to stay. Maybe I should've let the tears fall. But I did nothing. I just sat there. I sat there and watched as you left. The part that broke my heart was that you didn't stop to look back. Why would you? You were doing as I had suggested. You were walking away for me.
Your stuff was gone when I got home.
I called the following day but you didn't pick up. So I sent you a text that consisted of two words: 'I'm sorry.' You were always a gentleman, and even during a time like that you replied. Rather ironic seen as you never found the time to reply when I'd say I missed you, but you had time to say goodbye. I took the 42 minute trip to read it here, at our spot. I was always a creature of habit. I wouldn't open the little numbered envelope on my phone until I was sat on this sodding hill. I must have read the text ten times over; 'I'm sorry for disappearing on you. I need time. You were right. I need to think about everything. I hope you're well and please take care. I'm thinking about you. Always.'
Hours pass, my paled body is shivering and the rain has picked up, but I have absolutely no idea how to leave. I promised myself one more trip. One more evening spent here. But as I look around at what holds large amounts of our history, I find myself frozen. How can a human let go of something that was once their safe haven? How did you?
I stare down at my phone and at your message, my numb thumb very slowly tapping that empty white box to type. Then I do exactly that.. I type. I type what I know will be my final words to you.
'I'm at our place in the world, and it doesn't shine as brightly without you. Not surprisingly. I hope you're doing well.. I'm not going to know where your life will lead, I came to that conclusion today. I won't know if you meet someone, if you have children, where your career will lead, whether you'll ever get that suit dry cleaned that I kept nagging you about. It's strange. It's like half of me is still lost in this fucked up thing we call a world, and I don't know what happened to me. I would wish for the ability to turn back the clock and fix whatever it was that broke us, but in all honesty.. I still don’t know what moment defined our end. Maybe it was me, maybe it was you. I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t care any more. You want to know something funny? You are continuing to be the one I long for in most circumstances. Even the insignificant little ones. Not because I loved you so tremendously, but because you were the only one I had. You were my friend. Silence solves nothing. This isn't a break, is it? It's our end.'
I stare down at my screen, and don't send the message - the same message that I've written a hundred times before. Instead I switch off my phone, get up, and look at the view before my eyes one last time. My eyes are dry and scratchy from crying. I'm soaked through to my bones. My breathing is still unsteady, and my nails are filthy from digging into the flesh of the ground. But I'm standing on my own. And a second later, I turn my back and walk away from it all.
Starhill. The place we fell together. And eventually, the place we fell apart.
- Anne x
Are you stuck for something fun to do during these remaining weeks of Summer? Do you like pleasant views, boats and wildlife? Then do read on..
I'm from North Wales (incase the bio didn't give it away). When my partner visited me, it was already decided that we were going to do a day trip to Beaumaris. A major perk being, he has a fondness for bird watching. For years I've heard things about the trips you can take around Puffin Island but have never done one myself. So, as you can guess, we did one together. Not knowing how full up they'd be, I booked our tickets online at Starida a few weeks in advance. It was a mighty risk given the PMSing ways of British weather, but it thankfully paid off. The sun was shining over us all day long. If you aren't willing to take the gamble, you can buy tickets at the Starida kiosk on the pier on the day you wish to go. It cost a total £18 for two adults, but the prices do vary so double-check on the site prior to taking my word for it.
The cruise itself lasts for roughly 1 hour and 15 minutes, but you have to be at the kiosk 30 minutes in advance to pick up your tickets. You may think that's annoying but believe me, once you're seated with the steady motion of the water as your view - you'll think these 30 minutes are a perk to the trip. It most certainly added to the overall experience.
The cruise itself was lovely, you get a fair amount of time circling Puffin Island and the journey was smooth. The crew were friendly and happy to assist you in anything. Upon sitting down you are offered a blanket - which I would 100% recommend accepting, even if you don't feel cold at the particular moment. The Captain appeared really friendly and came to greet us all after we had docked. It was an all round great experience.
Ironically, we didn't see that many Puffin's (which was apparently rare.. yay for us being a special group?), but we did see an array of species of birds, many seals, and fish. But to me the best part was the scenery, as it was beyond beautiful. So if you aren't big on birds, fear not. The view enough is worth the price. Starida offers an array of outings to choose from - from wildlife, photography speciality cruises, fishing trips to speed boats. They have something to suit any party. Have a browse here and see if anything peaks your interest.
First the photos, and then my handy-dandy list for you if you're thinking of doing a cruise. Enjoy!
Things I'd recommend taking with you:
Camera: Duh, right? But you will want to capture some of the moments whether it be with a fancy professional camera or your trusty phone, just make sure you aren't looking through the lens for the entirety of the ride. Take a moment to appreciate the calmness of the water, the laughter of families, and the pleasant sounds of the wildlife going about their day. Your mind can capture a moment and etch it into your memory too, not everything has to be proven by a Facebook photo.
Fluids: This was one we didn't do ourselves but I'd suggest it. Take a small bottle of water or whatnot in your bag, you may be thankful for it. If you have children, they may appreciate some snacks. Maybe even kick it up a notch and take some hot chocolate (or coffee) in a thermos, your hands will certainly like the warmth if you don't end up drinking it.
Glasses: Both sunglasses and prescription (if you require them). I was not the brightest of the bunch (I blame the early morning) and didn't think of taking my glasses as I only need them for long vision at home. But when you're mistaking a seal for a rock, you'll be wishing for them. Better to be safe than sorry. And the sunglasses are self explanatory - it'll be bright. Nobody wants to be squinting against the sun for an hour.
Change: May be obvious but you're expected/asked politely to tip the Captain and crew at the end of the trip. They don't make it awkward in the slightest if you can't/don't, but it is polite to do so. If you're like me and often just carry a card to save the hassle of change, make a note to take a few coins in your pocket.
Binoculars: If you already own them, bring them. If not, it's no biggie. Might just be handy.
Bonus recommendations:
As you're walking onto the boat, sit to your right. You'll be more up close to the Island itself. It's a shame that the boat doesn't circle the Island with a change of direction so both sides of the boat get to view the scenery up close without majority of the view being the backs of peoples heads, but I wholeheartedly put that down to time limitations.
If you're fond of stories and like to hear about the history of the Island and boat, sit in the front. Though they have a megaphone on the boat that ought to help the Captain's voice travel to the back, it is semi difficult to hear him over the water, wind and people's discussions. So definitely sit near the front. The stories themselves are a lovely touch and though he must recite the same stories countless times a year, he doesn't once sound it. You feel as though you are the first lot to take the cruise.
My fondest memory of the trip is the ride back to the dock. Everyone was off their phones/cameras, the excitement had buzzed down leaving everyone contently quiet, children were happy as they ate the snacks their parents had brought along, the elderly couple sat opposite to us were no longer staring through binoculars, instead they held hands and laughed quietly at their whispered conversation, the crew guy who had been up and down throughout the journey was leaning against the front of the boat and was the epitome of peaceful.. It was all perfect. That was the moment I wish I could of photographed.
***Bloggers note: I started this blog post back in May but completely forgot (I'm catching my friend's Dory brain), I thought I'd upload it anyway as the recommendation still stands and I didn't want my partner's photos to go to waste.
I'm from North Wales (incase the bio didn't give it away). When my partner visited me, it was already decided that we were going to do a day trip to Beaumaris. A major perk being, he has a fondness for bird watching. For years I've heard things about the trips you can take around Puffin Island but have never done one myself. So, as you can guess, we did one together. Not knowing how full up they'd be, I booked our tickets online at Starida a few weeks in advance. It was a mighty risk given the PMSing ways of British weather, but it thankfully paid off. The sun was shining over us all day long. If you aren't willing to take the gamble, you can buy tickets at the Starida kiosk on the pier on the day you wish to go. It cost a total £18 for two adults, but the prices do vary so double-check on the site prior to taking my word for it.
The cruise itself lasts for roughly 1 hour and 15 minutes, but you have to be at the kiosk 30 minutes in advance to pick up your tickets. You may think that's annoying but believe me, once you're seated with the steady motion of the water as your view - you'll think these 30 minutes are a perk to the trip. It most certainly added to the overall experience.
The cruise itself was lovely, you get a fair amount of time circling Puffin Island and the journey was smooth. The crew were friendly and happy to assist you in anything. Upon sitting down you are offered a blanket - which I would 100% recommend accepting, even if you don't feel cold at the particular moment. The Captain appeared really friendly and came to greet us all after we had docked. It was an all round great experience.
Ironically, we didn't see that many Puffin's (which was apparently rare.. yay for us being a special group?), but we did see an array of species of birds, many seals, and fish. But to me the best part was the scenery, as it was beyond beautiful. So if you aren't big on birds, fear not. The view enough is worth the price. Starida offers an array of outings to choose from - from wildlife, photography speciality cruises, fishing trips to speed boats. They have something to suit any party. Have a browse here and see if anything peaks your interest.
First the photos, and then my handy-dandy list for you if you're thinking of doing a cruise. Enjoy!
-
Camera: Duh, right? But you will want to capture some of the moments whether it be with a fancy professional camera or your trusty phone, just make sure you aren't looking through the lens for the entirety of the ride. Take a moment to appreciate the calmness of the water, the laughter of families, and the pleasant sounds of the wildlife going about their day. Your mind can capture a moment and etch it into your memory too, not everything has to be proven by a Facebook photo.
Fluids: This was one we didn't do ourselves but I'd suggest it. Take a small bottle of water or whatnot in your bag, you may be thankful for it. If you have children, they may appreciate some snacks. Maybe even kick it up a notch and take some hot chocolate (or coffee) in a thermos, your hands will certainly like the warmth if you don't end up drinking it.
Glasses: Both sunglasses and prescription (if you require them). I was not the brightest of the bunch (I blame the early morning) and didn't think of taking my glasses as I only need them for long vision at home. But when you're mistaking a seal for a rock, you'll be wishing for them. Better to be safe than sorry. And the sunglasses are self explanatory - it'll be bright. Nobody wants to be squinting against the sun for an hour.
Change: May be obvious but you're expected/asked politely to tip the Captain and crew at the end of the trip. They don't make it awkward in the slightest if you can't/don't, but it is polite to do so. If you're like me and often just carry a card to save the hassle of change, make a note to take a few coins in your pocket.
Binoculars: If you already own them, bring them. If not, it's no biggie. Might just be handy.
Bonus recommendations:
As you're walking onto the boat, sit to your right. You'll be more up close to the Island itself. It's a shame that the boat doesn't circle the Island with a change of direction so both sides of the boat get to view the scenery up close without majority of the view being the backs of peoples heads, but I wholeheartedly put that down to time limitations.
If you're fond of stories and like to hear about the history of the Island and boat, sit in the front. Though they have a megaphone on the boat that ought to help the Captain's voice travel to the back, it is semi difficult to hear him over the water, wind and people's discussions. So definitely sit near the front. The stories themselves are a lovely touch and though he must recite the same stories countless times a year, he doesn't once sound it. You feel as though you are the first lot to take the cruise.
My fondest memory of the trip is the ride back to the dock. Everyone was off their phones/cameras, the excitement had buzzed down leaving everyone contently quiet, children were happy as they ate the snacks their parents had brought along, the elderly couple sat opposite to us were no longer staring through binoculars, instead they held hands and laughed quietly at their whispered conversation, the crew guy who had been up and down throughout the journey was leaning against the front of the boat and was the epitome of peaceful.. It was all perfect. That was the moment I wish I could of photographed.
***Bloggers note: I started this blog post back in May but completely forgot (I'm catching my friend's Dory brain), I thought I'd upload it anyway as the recommendation still stands and I didn't want my partner's photos to go to waste.
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