on friday i arrived at St Ives after a long journey by train leaving Exeter early in the morning. here i reached the south-westernmost part of England. Cornwell, home of the genuine Cornish pasty. as if anything else would not be called Cornish. in fact everything is Cornish there. Cornish Coffee, Cornish shoes Cornish everything. Faride, my sweet friend from Mexico told me that she wanted to visit Cornwall and buy some Cornish pasty for her dad. the story is that according to the rumour this pasty is very popular in Mexico thanks to English seamen who once docked in a small Mexican port village. In this village people started baking these pasties and this is the village where Faride's dad was born.
St Ives is a beautiful town with great beaches. but when i arrived i was more interested in the big 'WALK'. along the coast some 6 miles, up and down. u'll see why am i saying up and down.
looking back at the town.
the path was not everywhere as well maintained as here. in fact at places it was quite hardcore. i enjoyed it a lot, of course!! :)
just like in a film. it was stunning, i wish i had had more time and less package on my back. it was a real uninhabited beach!!! a pearl. pearl harbor :)
that's a funny story. no comment
beautiful. here was i climbing up and down...
this looked mega-giga funny. i was walking along the coast, everywhere sea, stunning cliffs, beautiful flowers and little streams and then suddenly a few separated squares showed up in front of me with cows eating inside. it's not extraordinary in England at all, maybe it is not extraordinary in normal means, only for me. it was a bit surreal. or what. :)
rocks
in certain parts of the UK you have to be very careful if you start tracking. if you don't make it on time to get the final destination, you can find yourself in the middle of nowhere with no public transport, no civilization in the near, and maybe even with no mobile network coverage. that's why after 6 miles i had to turn back so that i could catch the last bus back to St Ives. the (so-called) bus stopped in front of a hotel (there was nothing else in a big distance).
this is the greatest bus stop in the world (fine Cornish ale, yummie):
St Ives is a beautiful town with great beaches. but when i arrived i was more interested in the big 'WALK'. along the coast some 6 miles, up and down. u'll see why am i saying up and down.
looking back at the town.
the path was not everywhere as well maintained as here. in fact at places it was quite hardcore. i enjoyed it a lot, of course!! :)
just like in a film. it was stunning, i wish i had had more time and less package on my back. it was a real uninhabited beach!!! a pearl. pearl harbor :)
that's a funny story. no comment
beautiful. here was i climbing up and down...
this looked mega-giga funny. i was walking along the coast, everywhere sea, stunning cliffs, beautiful flowers and little streams and then suddenly a few separated squares showed up in front of me with cows eating inside. it's not extraordinary in England at all, maybe it is not extraordinary in normal means, only for me. it was a bit surreal. or what. :)
rocks
in certain parts of the UK you have to be very careful if you start tracking. if you don't make it on time to get the final destination, you can find yourself in the middle of nowhere with no public transport, no civilization in the near, and maybe even with no mobile network coverage. that's why after 6 miles i had to turn back so that i could catch the last bus back to St Ives. the (so-called) bus stopped in front of a hotel (there was nothing else in a big distance).
this is the greatest bus stop in the world (fine Cornish ale, yummie):
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