After the festive period, it seems that people don’t want to go out anymore. Indeed, in January everyone is broken, tired and it’s dark and cold outside. To add this month, it has been raining almost every day. It’s impressive to see how the weather touches people’s mood and energy. All of these head to the “zombie” mode. The first symptoms come with some daily yawning and the repressible desire to stay shut in your room. Not being an exception, I didn’t want to do anything. Each time I was about to go out, a little voice was telling me : why getting tired by the weather and other outside activities when you can watch a film, read, play video games quietly in your warm home? The zombie mode reaches its peak when you start to grunt about everything that requires you to move like for instance baking some lasagne in the oven. Yes, it’s even unbearable to cook for more than 5 minutes in this state!
However, I set myself to break that vicious circle. Thus I tried to boost people to go to the weekly Wednesday quiz, but the few answers were “maybe” or “I don’t know”. So I went to the Brasshouse on a Friday night knowing that there are always some CouchSurfing members over there. But I just found someone I’d spoken 5 min a previous day. I stayed with his group which appeared to be part of the Monday group. It’s some English lessons given by volunteer teachers and people to foreigners at the Yates Pub every Monday from 6:30pm to 10pm. I went there twice but quickly quitted it because there are too many people, the quality of the lessons change a lot depending on the teacher and student level, and mainly because I don’t eat at 6pm like the British! So each time I came, I arrive at the middle of the lesson. However it’s an excellent place to meet people.
Not losing my motivation, I watched every little single activity sign on facebook and I finally went with a friend to the local football match, AFCB against Burton Albion, under the rain of course. Although a great victory (4-1), the atmosphere was quite quiet. Even worse, British people have the habit to leave the stadium when the winner is obvious, so that they can avoid traffic. It’s a new example of the French expression “leaving like English people”. Still about that match, I learnt that it was postponed because of a flood, and so forced the opponent’s supporters to go home. However Bournemouth’s supporters gathered money to pay for them to ride for the D-day. I don’t think that we can see something like that from the French supporters.
I also went to the cinema and to an evening at the Chaplin Pub where I was by the way assaulted by a cougar, but that’s another story (I had no choice than to knock her to be at peace). Around the 20th of January, I took an excursion at the Isle of Wight which has been in fact like a car hide and seek game to find the different things described in the routard guide. This island with some wonderful landscapes could also be named the Isle of Wind because we were ventilated in a way that it became difficult to walk normally. That nice fresh air gave me a nice cold to finish the month in a very good shape. I used the local medicine to heal me: Tea special defence.