. . . nawtee in nottingham (20th-23rd Sept). . .
assalamualaikum
finally after years of dreamin, i finally set foot in the UK. well, i was actually expecting to go to the main centre city, London but then again Nottingham counts as UK too. plus that the fact that Robin Hood once lived here (i'll get to that later)...
i did expect it to b cold but was suddenly shocked bcoz it was quite windy. bear in mind, cold+wind is a deadly weather to me. every part of my body would be stiff cold (dont go thinking 'that part', please, kids might be reading this) i wished that my cousins n friends would've come last week as Geneva had an official 2 days off of work, Jeune Genevois (2-days respect for the dead) n a bonus of Saturday n Sunday which means a 4 day leave. i had to take a 2-day advance leave the following week for d sake of my cousins n friends (something which i did in vain as i planned to use all my annual leaves for visiting Brunei d next few years).
anyvain, i loved Nottingham. apart from the finger-ear freezing weather, it was actually nice being there. quite as similar to Geneva, except it was cleaner n best of all, i could understand what everyone is saying. they say that people in UK are not that friendly n can b a pain (i didnt say that, i just said i heard someone told me, i dont have anything against the Brits... except for the high exchange rate) but once u've been to Geneva, u'll also hv d same notion that everyone n everybody in Nottingham is quite pleasant.
some facts that i found r true:
its cold
it rains from time to time when u least expect it
the crisps (or junk food in general) r fabulous
exchange rate is expensive (but food in general r quite cheap)
its pleasant to walk around
lots of buildings with classic red bricks
taxi cabs go really fast (tie urself tightly to d seats)
cool policeman hats
erm... so far thats what i can think of...
the apartment we lived in (around Belward Street) was absolutely a place that i would love to have as my own apartment in Geneva, having everything from the kitchen sink to a washing/drying machine. gosh. the absolute thrill of having a washing/drying machine... only god knows. i did feel sad though that i didnt get to eat the famous fish n chips as i was busy with the friends n cousins. but they did me to a thai n an indian restaurant which was by far 50 times better than what they have in Geneva, whereby when it says in the menu 'tres piquant' or very hot, its absolutely rubbish. so rubbish that u cud stuff a whole bottle of chilli peppers into ur wide-hole (mouth) n it still wont taste of chilli or even a bit hot. but in Nottingham (or maybe the UK in general) they mean what they write on the menu. i was flabbergasted. i chucked down (not literally) a chicken vindaloo down my throat n i was gagging for water d next minute.
i'm not that foreign to hot or spicy foods but after spending more than 8 months in Switzerland, i tend to get very used to the sweet condiments so i'm really scared that it will take out the HOTNESS in me *winky-wink*
i love shopping for food as well. like i said its quite cheap n d quantity of an item is much more than it costs. quality-wise is also very good. i got hooked on M&S's chocolate mini-bites... sadly there were other types as well which i didnt hv d chance of grabbing em with my greedy stubby fingers.... ah, food heaven...
but not entirely my trip was that good. on d last day in Nottingham, i woke up late n missed my flight. i kept chanting curses on my way to the airport. chanted more after they told me i was too late to board. chanted even more when i heard a d taxi driver told me it costs 100 pounds to go Luton Airport (FYI, it takes nearly 2 hours to get from East-Midlands Airport to Luton Airport)... hence d endless chants of curses. but hey, no success without failure.
got back home at around 2230hrs... tired... penniless... happy. yep, most important mindset of all, being happy. i love that trip. wouldnt mind to do it again... without the mistakes...
some of the pictures i took... didnt really have time (or cameraman) to shoot d nice scenery of Nottingham.
wassalam
PS. Robin Hood is definitely real. although i'm not sure if the rumors that he was gay was true or not. Solution: come/go to Nottingham n find out!
finally after years of dreamin, i finally set foot in the UK. well, i was actually expecting to go to the main centre city, London but then again Nottingham counts as UK too. plus that the fact that Robin Hood once lived here (i'll get to that later)...
i did expect it to b cold but was suddenly shocked bcoz it was quite windy. bear in mind, cold+wind is a deadly weather to me. every part of my body would be stiff cold (dont go thinking 'that part', please, kids might be reading this) i wished that my cousins n friends would've come last week as Geneva had an official 2 days off of work, Jeune Genevois (2-days respect for the dead) n a bonus of Saturday n Sunday which means a 4 day leave. i had to take a 2-day advance leave the following week for d sake of my cousins n friends (something which i did in vain as i planned to use all my annual leaves for visiting Brunei d next few years).
anyvain, i loved Nottingham. apart from the finger-ear freezing weather, it was actually nice being there. quite as similar to Geneva, except it was cleaner n best of all, i could understand what everyone is saying. they say that people in UK are not that friendly n can b a pain (i didnt say that, i just said i heard someone told me, i dont have anything against the Brits... except for the high exchange rate) but once u've been to Geneva, u'll also hv d same notion that everyone n everybody in Nottingham is quite pleasant.
some facts that i found r true:
its cold
it rains from time to time when u least expect it
the crisps (or junk food in general) r fabulous
exchange rate is expensive (but food in general r quite cheap)
its pleasant to walk around
lots of buildings with classic red bricks
taxi cabs go really fast (tie urself tightly to d seats)
cool policeman hats
erm... so far thats what i can think of...
the apartment we lived in (around Belward Street) was absolutely a place that i would love to have as my own apartment in Geneva, having everything from the kitchen sink to a washing/drying machine. gosh. the absolute thrill of having a washing/drying machine... only god knows. i did feel sad though that i didnt get to eat the famous fish n chips as i was busy with the friends n cousins. but they did me to a thai n an indian restaurant which was by far 50 times better than what they have in Geneva, whereby when it says in the menu 'tres piquant' or very hot, its absolutely rubbish. so rubbish that u cud stuff a whole bottle of chilli peppers into ur wide-hole (mouth) n it still wont taste of chilli or even a bit hot. but in Nottingham (or maybe the UK in general) they mean what they write on the menu. i was flabbergasted. i chucked down (not literally) a chicken vindaloo down my throat n i was gagging for water d next minute.
i'm not that foreign to hot or spicy foods but after spending more than 8 months in Switzerland, i tend to get very used to the sweet condiments so i'm really scared that it will take out the HOTNESS in me *winky-wink*
i love shopping for food as well. like i said its quite cheap n d quantity of an item is much more than it costs. quality-wise is also very good. i got hooked on M&S's chocolate mini-bites... sadly there were other types as well which i didnt hv d chance of grabbing em with my greedy stubby fingers.... ah, food heaven...
but not entirely my trip was that good. on d last day in Nottingham, i woke up late n missed my flight. i kept chanting curses on my way to the airport. chanted more after they told me i was too late to board. chanted even more when i heard a d taxi driver told me it costs 100 pounds to go Luton Airport (FYI, it takes nearly 2 hours to get from East-Midlands Airport to Luton Airport)... hence d endless chants of curses. but hey, no success without failure.
got back home at around 2230hrs... tired... penniless... happy. yep, most important mindset of all, being happy. i love that trip. wouldnt mind to do it again... without the mistakes...
some of the pictures i took... didnt really have time (or cameraman) to shoot d nice scenery of Nottingham.
wassalam
PS. Robin Hood is definitely real. although i'm not sure if the rumors that he was gay was true or not. Solution: come/go to Nottingham n find out!
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