Florida Keys
Are a string of delightful islands renowned for their golden sunny beaches and inviting blue water.
Salford Quays on the other hand are more rightly renowned for upmarket living, The Lowry, Imperial War museum North, Northern (well Lancashire) culture at its best. With a rejuvenated dockland, watersports activity centre for well heeled Mancunian brats to test the patience of their well intentioned instructors. Unless you are a regular you may be less well aware the Lowry Outlet. I thought this might have been built to empty the Lowry in case of flooding, given its dockside location, but dutifully following the signs, and cautiously opening the door we discovered an underpopulated shopping experience where you could walk without bumping in to people and buy Austin Reed suits for £50, and shirts for a third the price of a small poorly octopus (sick squid divided by three =£2 in case you didn’t get there) So guess what I am wearing next term!
We had our final English meal in an Italian Restaurant, and headed for the Air conditioned comfort of The Manchester Airport Marriot who had promised to put us up in unaccustomed luxury and look after our car for a fortnight, for half the return taxi fare to the airport. No brainer there then!
Our early morning call at 0400 failed to materialise, but as we had been up since three trying to get full value for money out of their drinks and toiletries stache, it was quite irrelevant. An uneventful bus ride to the airport and a speedy security check gave us two hours to kill before boarding, and the opportunity to enjoy the early morning antics of Brits (nearly) abroad. Bars were already busy serving hen and stag parties and the Ibiza crowd were already in their specially prepared and uniquely colourful tee shirts which enable them to spot each other whilst giving the authorities a fighting chance of reuniting comatose specimens with their inebriated chums.
Are a string of delightful islands renowned for their golden sunny beaches and inviting blue water.
Salford Quays on the other hand are more rightly renowned for upmarket living, The Lowry, Imperial War museum North, Northern (well Lancashire) culture at its best. With a rejuvenated dockland, watersports activity centre for well heeled Mancunian brats to test the patience of their well intentioned instructors. Unless you are a regular you may be less well aware the Lowry Outlet. I thought this might have been built to empty the Lowry in case of flooding, given its dockside location, but dutifully following the signs, and cautiously opening the door we discovered an underpopulated shopping experience where you could walk without bumping in to people and buy Austin Reed suits for £50, and shirts for a third the price of a small poorly octopus (sick squid divided by three =£2 in case you didn’t get there) So guess what I am wearing next term!
We had our final English meal in an Italian Restaurant, and headed for the Air conditioned comfort of The Manchester Airport Marriot who had promised to put us up in unaccustomed luxury and look after our car for a fortnight, for half the return taxi fare to the airport. No brainer there then!
Our early morning call at 0400 failed to materialise, but as we had been up since three trying to get full value for money out of their drinks and toiletries stache, it was quite irrelevant. An uneventful bus ride to the airport and a speedy security check gave us two hours to kill before boarding, and the opportunity to enjoy the early morning antics of Brits (nearly) abroad. Bars were already busy serving hen and stag parties and the Ibiza crowd were already in their specially prepared and uniquely colourful tee shirts which enable them to spot each other whilst giving the authorities a fighting chance of reuniting comatose specimens with their inebriated chums.
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