The 2nd Annual Manchester Tour has nearly come to a close. I’ve spent the last days soaking up a little drizzly weather and culture. Wafting in the wake of Manchester art and culture veterans Nanon and Stevie, I paraded my suitcase’s top-layer around town. Starting at the Manchester Museum at the University, we gazed into glass cases of emotion (historic cultural artefacts). Among observing monkey skulls and mummified women, we scooped our way around roaming children in a short and sharp visit. We worked our way further up in to the city, strolling along the revolting but charming Bridgewater Canal, along Canal St, and up toward Northern Quarter (the best quarter).
Nanon and I had agreed coffee and cake should be on the agenda. How British. Stevie contemplatively informed us “this is my favourite café, I think” as we took our seat outside Oklahoma. Shout out to the boys behind the counter who enthusiastically took to my proposal that they throw and espresso shot into an Oreo shake for me! Nanon had the double-choc brownie, I had the peanut-butter chocolate brownie, and Stevie the lemon-drizzle cake. Wild. All great choices, but I won. PB Brownie 10/10 would recommend. We talked over our lives as you do when you get to the bottom of your drinks and don’t want to move. Eventually the evening crept up on us, and Nanon and I headed back home for a cook-up.
The following afternoon, Nanon and Stevie’s roomy Rose and I headed in to town again to meet the other two donkeys. Unfortunately Rose was off to work, so after a brief flourish around an indoor shopping arcade for scene kids, and an overwhelming peanut butter and salted caramel ice cream experience, Nanon, Stevie and I walked to the infamous Curry Mile. We dined at Mughli – the place apparently. It wasn’t the best Indian food and dining experience I’ve had in the UK, but it was certainly 10 steps ahead of most indian food at home in Sydney.
As my final evening came to a close, we took a walk down the rest of the Mile, with a brief stint in an unsuspecting grocery store. They had incredible sized buckets of yogurt. We made our way back home in the last light of the day (although it was approaching 10pm) through a low-key rapey park but it was beautiful nonetheless. The sunset was crazy! A good omen to the future? I owe Nanon, Stevie and Rose everything for this trip. Thanks guys! xx
The next thing is a one-way flight to New York City. This is when this whole trip really begins. Perhaps I’ll be writing an article in a years time from my fire stairs in New York City, as though I never plan to leave.