Norwich

23 02 2011

An early night was a wise choice. I head for breakfast and get stuck into chatting with a couple who have just come back from the Middle East. I chat with the owner, a short Portuguese fellow, with a good heart and sense of humour.
We finally leave the hotel, when I have recovered a lost key for at least the 5th time this trip!
It's my first time in Norwich and it has something of a mystic charm to it...Maybe it's the talk of Dragons and all of the Churches.....FOOD is the order of the day...Italian for lunch, Lebanese for dinner. After chamming some tasty pasta and walking the market we decide to head back to the hotel, but not before I try to find something interesting to do this evening. I find a couple of cool little spots and some sweet shops. Tonight should be fun!
After stuffing our faces in a rather obscene fashion at the Lebanese restaurant we head to the unknown.....After having seen the main drag the night before, I have to say I'm glad I took the time to find somewhere else to go! Many laughs, Pretty girls and Funny guys. A great night had indeed : )
(Adam)
  It's raining! no dancing and the sun doesn't come out it seems? A chance to look round Norwich, well.. my legs do need something to do today. I find the perfect hangover cure at a juice bar in town, fixed up with an extra shot of ginseng. We wonder up to the castle but there's a fee to get in so we bail.  The market seems enchanted as we pick up books and snacks as well as some seeds to plant in the garden.
  We stuff our faces with Italian food and head for a nap, I think we deserve one!
More food in the evening when we hit the Lebanese restaurant in town, it turns out to be a winning choice as the food is amazing and the atmosphere is just right. Time to hit the town! Great fun and good people, somebody over hears me talking and it turns out they know Plumb from Brackley Morris, It's a violinist named Ross Grant and I hope to see him play some time.
  We meet a comedian, some nice ladies and more Morris dancers before heading off to the night clubs. Nobody seems to like the way I look so reluctantly have to go and change. I end up dancing away my blistering footwork till the early hours. Some lads want me to teach them my steps but i,m not even sure how i do it? I think it's some kind of optical illusion? Considering it was Wednesday night, I would say Norwich is highly recommended for nightlife!
(Tom)