Yesterday (May 29) was a day off for the band and myself. As I knew that I was going to have a full week to spend in the noise and crowdedness of the mega‐city, I decided to spend that day off in Bournemouth, where the previous concert took place the night before.
I had figured that May 29 was going to be the last worry‐free day off for a while, so I used it to simply relax and unwind from the last two crazy weeks.
Hence, not much to tell about yesterday. My B&B (Boscombe Grange Hotel; highly recommended) was actually in Boscombe, about a mile away from Bournemouth; so after an easy morning, once I realized I couldn’t possibly sleep any longer, I went outside for a bit to explore Boscombe’s and Bournemouth’s centre areas.
Boscombe’s town centre didn’t have very much to offer, except for a short offering a few restaurants, cafes (Boscanova Cafe is recommended) and a couple of small malls.
Bournemouth’s city centre was much more active, though. Turns out that, other than the seafront, Bournemouth offers quite the bustling city centre; walking west on Old Christchurch Street, the road suddenly becomes a walkway with lots and lots of things to buy and eat.
Tired of all the walking, I returned to the B&B for a couple of hours of rest; at night, I became hungry so I went to Boscombe’s pier area to find something worth eating. After crossing a dark garden, beautiful but sort of gives you the sense that someone’s after you, I arrived at the pier. The sky was a bit cloudy; the view of the moon reflecting on the water prompted me to take a series of photos. It was beautiful.
Seeking a place to eat by Boscombe’s pier turned out to be fruitless—the two restaurants there were only serving drinks by the time I got there (Saturday night; the time was 10:15pm). I decided to walk all the way to Bournemouth’s city centre (same area I walked to earlier that day) and grab something to eat there.
At night, Bournemouth’s city centre is swamped with people walking out and about, frequenting one or more of the millions of clubs and pubs. Drinking and being stupid appear to be the main activities here; even people seated in normal restaurants became frequently hassled by drunken apes yelling at them through the restaurants’ front windows and doors.
Fearing that stupidity is after all contagious, I fled the scene right after eating a sandwich; back to the B&B for a last good night sleep before the craziness begins.