I arrived in the centre of Brighton around 3pm on Wednesday and tried to find directions to my hostel. I quickly realised the hostel was in Hove, not Brighton, so I’d need to take a 20 minute bus ride to get there. Oops.
I got off the bus in the pouring rain, carrying my way-too-overpacked bag and found the street where the hostel was. It was a very quiet, residential area which I thought was weird- usually hostels are surrounded by shops and restaurants. I got to the reception and was greeted by a sign that said back in 15 minutes. The electrician who was fixing the light told me, “She’s in and out all the time. Just wait there”. So that I did, until a woman on the other side of the door asked if I wanted to come in and sit down, to which I replied yes. She let me in and as everyone started staring at me with strange looks on their faces I suddenly realised it wasn’t a hostel for travellers. All of these people lived here permanently- I felt like an intruder to their little family. And here was me with my little backpack ready for an adventure too… Oh dear.
Once I got checked in I headed up 6 flights of stairs to my room. The room was clean and quiet but the rest of the hostel was like a boarding school combined with an episode of Skins and I wanted to leave ASAP.
I had a quick shower in the tiny bathroom, put my stuff under the bed and headed back to Brighton. I found out at the last minute my friend was also in Brighton that day (thank the Lord) so we met up for dinner and had a walk around the pier at night time. The next morning I got chatting to 2 girls from Florida who were staying in my room and I felt a bit better knowing I wasn’t the only non-resident there.
Once I left the hostel I had the absolute time of my life wandering around alone. I could totally see myself living in Brighton because everyone is so happy and everything is so bloody cute. I left my bag in storage then walked along the beach from Hove to Brighton where all those colourful beach huts are.
I stopped for breakfast at a little cafe called Lucky Beach then had another walk around the pier. After that I accidentally discovered ‘the lanes’ which is apparently one of the biggest attractions there. They are a little collection of lanes (duh) which are packed with cute shops and cafes and I felt like I was in heaven. They are all decorated so nicely and I had a hard time deciding where I wanted to visit. I went to Choccywoccydoodah for a look around just because I’d seen it on TV before. It was super busy and I overheard a waiter at the cafe telling someone they’d have to put their name on a list and come back in two hours if they wanted to eat. I asked how long it would be to wait for a table of one and he immediately cleared a table for me. Result. Being on your own isn’t so bad after all…
I got a little plate of chocolate with fruit and some other stuff to dip in. I ended up taking half of it with me in some napkins because it was too sickening to eat in one go. I spent the rest of the day wandering around the shops, drinking tea, chilling at the beach when the sun came out and eating some more.
When the day was over I got on a two hour bus back to London then waited an hour for my 12 hour bus back to Dundee. Again, it was super packed but I got to sit beside this really cool girl called Jade who’s from Glasgow. We chatted most of the way home and I found out she also really loves to travel. We exchanged numbers and are planning to do some travelling around Scotland. What a fab trip.
Brighton, I’ll be back.