Manchester Survivor

Edale reloaded (never take fussy girls to the peak district)

Hiya!

I thought I had already posted this one, but turns out I just saved it as a draft. I think the British beer is finally making permanent effects in my brain.
Anyway, here it goes:


Just as the autumn is turning England back to normal (rain 22 hours per day, wind that pushes you behind the OP tower and 5-minute-rain-sun-rain cycles) Joao, Marco and me thought it would be a good idea to go to Edale for the last time this year.

After a broad publicity in Ashburne, we gathered an astonishing group of six (taking in account that Marco shrank back from it): Isabel, Lindsey, Vijay, Joao, me, and only one of the new girls: Noemi, from France.

Urgent measures had to be taken so I invited Maria, a Slovakian girl I met at the church, and she kindly brought three other friends from Owens Park, who I didn't know by the time.

The forecast was just great: heavy rain, wind and poor visibility (god, I still can't believe we actually went for it). However, the morning turned out quite decent so we happily to Piccadilly train station, where we were supposed to meet Maria's group.

Once we got there and saw them, even the brightest sun could not have cheered me up: Maria was wearing high hills, and the outfits of her friends ranged from leather moccasins to Gucci coats (Roman, does that ring any bells for you?).

Off we went, and more than being afraid of these girls slipping down the rocks of the hills, I felt truly embarrassed in front of the hikers we met on the way. They all looked at us surely thinking "how could they mistake the London outlets with the Peak District?"

Of course they barely made it to the first peak and just wanted to go back as soon as possible. If that was not enough, Vijay was complaining all the time saying things like "last year we were like 20 people", "last year we walked like three times what we did today", "last year the weather was much nicer..." (actually I should dedicate an entire post of the things that Vijay says we don't have anymore)

Anyway, I had a couple of rewards: I got some of those edgy pictures that I love, and by we had a lot of time to spend at the pub, where that lovely apple pie with vanilla ice cream could make me forget even the complaints of that FU#"$%NG American girl who spent the whole walk crying things like "ohh, a cow! how exciting! let's go!!"

When we came back to Ashburne Isabel fixed some Spanish tortilla and we had dinner at her huge flat (Now that she's a tutor she's got many privileges). She, Don Oscar, Rafael and me just spent the afternoon eating and mocking on Lindsey for sinking her feet into an icy stream. It was the first moment Manchester felt so much like home.

posted by Oscarito @ 5:19 PM