Prologue: StrideTheEarth, of the itchy feet.

I’ve always wanted to see new places. Or at least I’ve always said I wanted to see new places. I never actually sought out new places until relatively recently.

Last year at the end of October I took my first overseas trip, I went to England, the United Kingdom, to meet up with some friends and see the sights. I absolutely loved it, from the moment I got out of the car at the airport on my way to England, until I was on my way home.

Just a small aside, I don’t know how to explain the energy I felt while I was waiting for my flight to board. It was a nervous, anxious, giddy, energy that had me smiling from ear to ear and I couldn’t sit in one place. I roamed up and down the hallways of the terminal for a good hour before they started boarding the plane.

Back to the subject at hand, after the trip to England I finally saw that I can do it. I can go where ever I like. I can travel, I can see new things. I’m only held back by my own hang-ups and anxiety.

So over this past winter I’ve been dreaming of the places I want to go. I’m working on a list of the things I want to see and, for the first time, I feel like I’m in a place where I can make it happen.

I meant this post to be about something else but it came out more as a confession of sorts. I actually went back and added ‘Prologue’ to the title because of that. Keep tuned for what I actually meant to write about!

Whitby: The Most English Of English Towns

After a fitful night of sleep (I woke up three hours in to it, refreshed and ready to go. Too bad it was 1:30 am UK time.) we got up and ready to get on the road to Whitby.

Whitby is a relatively small town on the north-east coast of England. I’d told my friends I’d love to see the ocean while I was over here in the UK and they said we may as well kill two birds with one stone as Whitby is supposed to have the best fish and chips in England. Oh yeah, they have a goth festival too.

I haven’t done too much research on it myself but apparently this goth festival started back in the 90s, it started in Whitby due to its mention in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Thousands of people attend it, flooding Whitby in what would normally be very quiet seasons. Nowadays they hold it twice a year. Once in April and once in October. Having been there in October I don’t know how anyone can survive the April date.

On the road to Whitby. Lots of rolling hills and lovely views.

Whitby was a fantastic town with a ton of charm and holy crap breathtaking views. It was also very windy and very cold. Not to mention a little bit rainy. We didn’t let that dampen our fun though. We spent the entire day in Whitby walking down the streets, checking out a few of the shops, and climbing the stairs up to the Abbey. All while surrounded by people kitted out in spikes and black makeup.

Just some of the houses in Whitby. The one with the blue door caught my eye.
It had just finished raining for the time being, across the bay is the abbey up on the hill. The archway to the left is made out of whale bone!
A closer view.
One of the streets in Whitby as we were headed toward the Abbey. Shops lined the streets with all kinds of things for sale. There were some fantastic entertainers too.

The streets were exceptionally crowded I thought, but my friends told me that if it hadn’t been so cold and rainy that it would have been like a cattle-car.

I did get my fish and chips from a place called Magpie Café. Apparently they are a full service restaurant but we got it from a little take-out offshoot. I have to say that these were probably the best fish and chips I’ve had in a long time, if not ever. We sat in a pavilion down the street and ate out of our takeaway boxes while chatting and watching the ocean roar in off the wharf.

After lunch we went to an arcade along the main road and played a few holes of minigolf, tried our luck at a couple 2p machines, and generally got ourselves out of the cold for a little while.

Looking back across the inlet from the bluffs at the abbey.

We’ve had a full day at this point, the sun was beginning to go down, so we decided to say goodbye to Whitby and head home to rest and recuperate for the next day.