Destination: Blackpool
Travel Day: December 20, 2012
I wake up feeling like my brain has been dismembered, and
then crudely sewn back together with some parts missing and others in the wrong
places. Dreams were harsh and murky. As I shower I consider which is worse, a
tequila hangover, or “I lost a day” jet lag. Something is missing, and I have
no idea what it is. Oh wait, it’s gray and raining. Nothing is missing, it’s
just like home!
In the hotel restaurant my brother and I have a full English
breakfast of fried eggs, thick Lancashire bacon, wonderfully seasoned sausage,
institutional hash brown wedges, baked beans, and an Americano coffee. We both
relish the meal. It reminds us of the Christmas breakfasts our dad always made
for our extended family. I feel full, simultaneously sad and happy, but only
slightly more alert.
A cab picks us up from the hotel to take us round to the car
hire at the airport. We reserved a small Peugot 208 with Avis. It’s slightly
larger than a roller skate, and getting in on the driver’s side requires some
contortionist moves I thought I’d forgotten. Cars here are not built for people
my size. They are built for great gas mileage, and with petrol advertised for 1
pound 30 pence a litre (approx. $2.10 Canadian) one would hope so.
Our first stop is a couple of blocks up the road from the
airport, at a Currys Electronic store. We need to get a mobile phone SIM card
for a phone loaned to us by a cousin. However, me being me, I suddenly realize
they have “unlocked” phones. We have a heck of a time getting them at home.
“Unlocked” means they are not tied to a single carrier, and the number and
service can be changed with the simple act of changing the SIM card. This
provides huge flexibility in being able to carry the phone most anywhere in the
world. You buy a local SIM for around $20 (includes a modest amount of service
time and data) and then you get smartphone service without the criminal like
international roaming rates of most carriers.
We are served by Brian and Luis, a couple of really great
guys at the “phones 4U” concession booth, who help us to understand the mobile
phone landscape. There is a very wide selection of phones, carriers, and plans.
Nothing at all like the closed monopolistic competition we suffer with in
Canada. I buy a Samsung Galaxy Ace smartphone for 70 pounds (about $112), and
30 pounds of calling time and data (250 minutes and 250mb). It’s a smart move
as I now have a phone I can travel with anywhere. I also remember the $600
replacement cost of a new i-Phone 4 when I lost my last one. For a carrier we
select a UK wide “pay as you go” on the O2 network.
From Currys we journey across town to my Aunts house. It’s
just over four miles, but when you’re driving a manual transmission for the
first time in 20 years, on the left side of the road for the first time ever,
four miles seems like four hundred. The road lanes are narrow, and at times the
painted lines are ambiguous. Around bus stops are squiggly white lines,
sometimes people cross the centre lines to get around illegally parked cars,
and making a right turn across oncoming traffic is a new one on me. Speaking of
parking, I have minor heart attacks as cars can park most any direction they
choose, making you question whether or not you've been an idiot and turned
into a one way street, because cars on both sides are pointed towards you. And
most people park on the sidewalk.
Then there is the protocol of roundabouts. I understand the
basics of yielding to traffic on the right in the roundabout, but who has
priority when it comes to actually getting into the roundabout? After a few
attempts I get it right, thankfully, as roundabouts are more common here than
traffic lights. Some roundabouts are so busy they have traffic lights to aid
right of way.
My brother, bless his soul, makes no comments on my driving
style or ability. His job is to watch the SatNav and warn me of upcoming turns,
or which exit we take while in a roundabout. We only get lost three times, and
that’s because we find ourselves in the wrong lane at intersections or miscount
which exit of a roundabout. I’ll only briefly mention how easy it is to nearly
sideswipe parked cars since all the usual unconscious driving cues are now on
the other side.
We have a tearful reunion with our Aunt. We haven’t seen her
in several years, since her last trip home to Vancouver. She was a major figure
in our lives as we grew up. Her decision seven years ago to return home to
England was hard for all of us. She now lives in a lovely bungalow on a street
at the edge of a farm field. From her sunroom at the back of the house she
looks over a low green hill with grazing sheep. Very peaceful and quietly
pastoral.
Around four it begins to darken up and in our fatigued state
head back to the hotel. We retrace our route, getting lost yet again as we take
the wrong lanes at intersections and roundabouts, and have problems seeing
street signs. Turns out they are either in small letters high up on the sides
of buildings, or low down on retaining walls hiding behind cars. And it’s still
dark and raining.
Safely back in the Brewers Fayre bar at the hotel we have a couple of
beers and some really wonderful fish and chips.
According to the Mayan calendar tomorrow is supposed to be the end of the world, maybe. If it happens, so be it, because yet another tick
mark has been placed on my bucket list. The tick mark sits next to “Surviving a
day driving on the wrong side of the road, while on the other side of the world”!