After a short break at the hotel, I decided to go exploring and find a place to eat and get my bearings in the town. Having been warned about the “bad reputation” of the English food by my fellow French compatriots, it with fear that I prepared myself for this perilous mission.
In less than 5 minutes outside, I was completely lost. Although Bournemouth has a medium size, compare to my little provençal hometown, it has seemed huge (don’t laugh at me). So, I asked my way to the first persons I saw, in a very good English speaking and pronunciation, as I have learnt during 11 years spend in the elitist French school:
« Whiche euh,Watte directions centre cité ? »
I was astonished I was told to go to the east. Coming from the south, I headed to the north-east in order to approach the town centre and get away from the sea. What was then my surprise to be in front of the sea. I conclude that a mysterious military devise which was shaken the magnetic pole in all the area has made my biological compass unavailing.
I noticed that Bournemouth centre town is full of pub, café, fast-food, shop, hairdresser, barber, bank and stores as the famous Primark… There also are two very beautiful green and floral parks which one of them goes to the sea and the Theatre Pier. The seaside is made of 7 miles of sand beach with good surfing waves. At the east of the coast, you can have a nice walk on the top of the cliffs alongside the sea. I immediately liked this place and all the time I spent reading about Bournemouth, in the last sunny days of September, had indeed come true.
The city has a really good transport network, but I am seriously thinking about buying a bike, especially as Bournemouth is quite flat. And guess what! There’s no rubbish on the floor.
So, I can say that my first impressions were good.