Finally, last day staying in the UK has arrived. Staying in the coach station with nothing to do but waiting for the coach to come is so meaningless. Every minute ticking is killing me slowly and softly. Recalling back, I have stayed in the UK for almost 4-month time. I believe I had fully utilised this 4-month stay, judging from numbers of trips I had been to and the MONEY I HAD SPENT.
After cooking my lunch, I went out to take a long walk in the area where I stayed. It was the time for me to reminisce those sweet and bitter memories. I went to the nearest park and I fell asleep. Sleeping in the park with no worries and under such windy and cold weather is no doubt relaxing. It would be my last to sit in a park. It would be very foolish to do so in Malaysia. You would never know when you would get sunburnt.
4-day stay in London was no doubt fun. It was so crazy that my friend and I went to the street where lots of sex shops, strip bars, gay and lesbian bars are situated. Wondering whether it was our luck, there was free entrance to a club. To our surprise, there were male strippers. From that moment, only I know it was a gay bar. We searched for other clubs which were free to enter. Some were free but nothing was so exciting inside and some places which may be interesting required entrance fees. It ended up we stayed in the gay bar watching the male strippers with their tiny underwear on. However, it was the night which I found totally different. It was a good experience to me before I go back to my religious country.
Portsmouth, a waterfront city. I enjoyed the trip although I went alone. However, to compare with the seaside cities I went before, I prefer Whitby. The only thing that makes Portsmouth so different is the historical dockyard with their astonishing cruises. I believe Portsmouth is where many rich people stay, judging for the numbers of yachts parking at bays. Of course it was killing me for the photo section as I had to keep asking the help for local people and tourists.
Soon, I will be leaving the UK, a lovely country with lovely people. My heart is full with reluctance. It is worse than the day I left my family. I could see that I fall so hard for the UK. I am so reluctant to leave those handsome guys and beautiful ladies here!!!! The clock is still ticking and I feel I am weakened in every second…. Oh gosh!!
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