MANchester, not MANila
i know the F16 flies much faster than my boeing,
but it still doesn't take me 13 hours to get to the philippines.
the toot. =P
anyway...
no trip to manchester will be complete
without a visit to old trafford.
so despite there being no afternoon tours
coz it's the day before the big match (manchester united versus liverpool),
the 3 of us still took the leisurely bus ride to the stadium,
just to have a look.
we saved the 6pound entrance fee to the museum
since we got there just as they're about to close for the day.
the nice lady waved us in,
and we raced around inside,
like camera-wielding rabbits with foxes chasing after us.
plenty of silverware on display,
and lots of red, as expected.
pity we couldn't go for the tour,
and missed out on sitting in the stands
or maybe kicking a ball on the field itself!
would have gone for the big match
if the "normal" tickets were still available.
but i wasn't prepared to part with 150pounds,
just to get one in the black market.
the next day was a sunday
and the cathedral near my hotel called out to me.
the 10.30am eucharist marked my return to church after quite a while.
it was a nice, friendly atmosphere filled with lots of old folks
and a rather entertaining preacher who spoke of terrorism and racial harmony.
the rest of the day was spent
walking down manchester's main shopping strip,
checking out primark and arndale,
popping into M&S and H&M and the many boutiques.
oh, and a 92-year-old man nearly died on my flight there.
oxygen had to be administered
and an announcement had to be made for medical personnel.
thank goodness there were 2 young doctors onboard,
and their timely help extended the old gentleman's life.
he was very disorientated after the whole thing though,
and his poor wife was worried sick
(and also angry at him for making her worry). =S
i know the F16 flies much faster than my boeing,
but it still doesn't take me 13 hours to get to the philippines.
the toot. =P
anyway...
no trip to manchester will be complete
without a visit to old trafford.
so despite there being no afternoon tours
coz it's the day before the big match (manchester united versus liverpool),
the 3 of us still took the leisurely bus ride to the stadium,
just to have a look.
we saved the 6pound entrance fee to the museum
since we got there just as they're about to close for the day.
the nice lady waved us in,
and we raced around inside,
like camera-wielding rabbits with foxes chasing after us.
plenty of silverware on display,
and lots of red, as expected.
pity we couldn't go for the tour,
and missed out on sitting in the stands
or maybe kicking a ball on the field itself!
would have gone for the big match
if the "normal" tickets were still available.
but i wasn't prepared to part with 150pounds,
just to get one in the black market.
the next day was a sunday
and the cathedral near my hotel called out to me.
the 10.30am eucharist marked my return to church after quite a while.
it was a nice, friendly atmosphere filled with lots of old folks
and a rather entertaining preacher who spoke of terrorism and racial harmony.
the rest of the day was spent
walking down manchester's main shopping strip,
checking out primark and arndale,
popping into M&S and H&M and the many boutiques.
oh, and a 92-year-old man nearly died on my flight there.
oxygen had to be administered
and an announcement had to be made for medical personnel.
thank goodness there were 2 young doctors onboard,
and their timely help extended the old gentleman's life.
he was very disorientated after the whole thing though,
and his poor wife was worried sick
(and also angry at him for making her worry). =S
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