A night trip with a wonderful best friend

It was a warm pleasant summer night, in June 2014. One of my dearest and best friends and I got up at 3 a.m., had 3 cups of coffee in a row and headed to the local coach station to catch a coach to Bristol at 4:30 a.m. We were tired, but we didn't even realise it as we were busy living our young twenties lives. We arrived in Bristol for breakfast time, talked and sat in a café near Mead Temples Main. From there we walked our way through the whole city. We had magnificent strolls through the city, we saw the university, the sea, we crossed Bristol Bridge, we discovered an old ruin of a church that was destroyed by the Blitz war. We passed by an oriental garden pavillion where my best friend took a pretty shoot (or maybe even more shoots) of me. We marched further and passed a playground with figures on it where I took amazing shoots of her. We arrived in the city centre where all the shops were and a road with a specific name caught my eye: "Quakers Lane" near Cabot Circus. My christian family belongs to the Quakers, a very liberal division of the Christian faith. The lane reminded me of my family and I suddenly felt a little homesick, not in the sense that I wanted to go back to Germany, but more like sitting on my grandfather's lap. We got free cones of ice-cream or frozen yoghurt from a stall in the middle. Then, girly-mirly as we are, we went shopping and tried on some outfits in the shops. We took selfies. We made jokes. We laughed. After we satisfied our girly-mirly needs, we went on to dig further into Bristol. We walked the famous Nelson Street along, until we passed by the house of the late mayor of Bristol, John Foster - it's actually an almshouse founded by him. We walked lost street by street, but it wasn't the bad kind of being lost, it was deliciously wandering like strays do when looking for better food. We went to see the beautifully built buildings of the university and enjoyed being amongst intellectual people. We pushed ourselves vigorously until we reached BBC Bristol and all the broadcasting studios. We had a break laughing, talking, reflecting sitting on a lawn near Cabot Tower and Brandon Hill where we also had our picnic. We climbed the hill to get to see the marvellous view of Bristol from above. On our way back to the coach station, we got to explore the beauty anterior of Bristol Museum & The Art Gallery. Next time, somewhere in the near future, we may be up to visit the interior as well.

This trip is one of the examples of life because 1) you don't need lots of money to explore a city 2) you don't need that much sleep to go steady 3) after a crazy trip like this you're even able to go to another city the day after.