Well I did it. I avoided London - there was a train straight from Gatwick to brighton and I took it.
It's a coastal town which is clearly a little past its heyday. Reading the travel guide in the hostel (which despite being a new hostel is dated 2000) it suggests the west pier which was damaged in the war would be replaced by 2002. Yet it's 2007 and it's still a managed mess of steel sitting in the bay.
The Brighton pier though is still maintained and has all the usual gimmicky stuff you'd expect from a turn of the century beach resort.
The sunset view was amazing, though I probably should have been capturing it from further down the beach to get it happening over either the managed pier or the functional one - maybe I can do that tonight. At one point there was even a huge rainbow out to sea just incase the actual sunset part wasn't impressive enough.
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Guessing your camera was cleaned? These pictures are awesome; the hospital chair one was eerie, if not completely terryfying.
It sounds like a lot of the European experience is learning about War... is that what it feels like?
p.s. Brighton is the name of town next to where I grew up. Good 'ole Brighton, Michigan. They had a really good girls HS soccer team.
Yes, lens is indeed cleaner. I did the cheap backpacker thing and wne into a camera shop and asked to use their lens blower - to buy it would have cost £10! There is still some spots of gunk on there on close inspection, but nothing like those bits of dust that were causing strange worms to take over my photos.
I'm not sure it has to be about learning about war, but the history interests me, and there was a lot of war about. Plus it produces wonderful creepy eerie photos.
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