Today, it was time to explore the metropolis of Nottingham. The sun was already waiting for me as I de-trained and strolled through town, making straight for Nottingham Castle. It’s called a “castle” when it should actually be called “Nottingham Fairly Large House on the Hill”, but that doesn’t really roll off the tongue as well. I looked around at the entrance gate and decided to go for it, knowing full well that I might be staggeringly underwhelmed by the sheer non-castleness of it all. At least I got that right, as the grounds of the “castle” were undergoing a massive transformation after a recent festival and most of the area was in fact fenced off. I’m sure that would have pissed Robin Hood off if he was here with me.
It’s time to fess up about a really peculiar habit of mine. As most of my friends and family know, I travel a bit and I’ve been to a few different places around the world. While I travel, I also try to do a variety of different things and so amongst other things, I have driven a Russian tank, flown a Cessna 172 and dived with Manta Rays. All well and good.
I like bears. I live in a European city which has this great animal as its mascot – the city of Bärlin is a great place to be, it has great people, lots of history and tons of things to do every day.
My first published story in a travel magazine: Issue 33 (Nov/Dec 2014) of the South East Asia Backpacker Magazine.