Life on Mars

I did it again. I boarded a plane. This time it took me to Manchester, England. Purely a pleasure trip and it started well with a calm flight. I even managed to take pictures, which I normally only do on long distance flights, when I have had sufficient amounts of alcoholic beverages...

The English coast...


Manchester...


Manchester airport is recommendable for travelling to Britain. It's not too big, but it regarding shops and the lounge it can compete with the larger ones. The train to Manchester city runs frequently, takes only about 20 minutes and costs... ready?... 2.60 GPB for a single trip! Compare that to 15.50 GBP for the Heathrow Express. It's probably cheaper to fly to Manchester and then take an express train to London, then to fly to London... I will investigate that.

My hotel was located in the newest and tallest building in Manchester (23 floors), the Beetham Tower:


It looks like the first storm will make it fall over, but I read somewhere that the architect lives in the top floor apartment, so I guess it is safe.

Day time view from the 13th floor...


Still day time, but weather turning nasty...


And a night time view to give you the full picture...


Friday, Marie, who had come all the way from Stafford to meet me, and I walked around Manchester together. According to the map we made some funny twists and turns, but I still believe we walked straight on... more or less. We visited the Manchester Art Gallery and the Urbis Centre:


The Urbis Centre currently has two exhibitions. One about the IRA bombing in Manchester in 1996, which I have to admit I had totally forgotten about. Nobody was killed but it destroyed a larger part of the city. One of the commentators said that it was actually almost something to be thankful for, because the reconstruction meant a big improvement for the city. The second exhibition was about Hongkong. It didn't impress me much apart from one item which was called "Battle of Britain". It is a map of Britain, decorated with flags. The flags list the names of all Chinese restaurants in the city.


Saturday I was off to Cheshire to meet two lovely Cheshire cats...




and their owner Mark. We had lunch in a pub that looks out over Manchester...

With the weather undecided (spells of sunshine followed by quite a bit of rain), we stayed at home and talked. Man made fire when it got cold...


Should I move again, I will make sure that the new place has a fireplace. It's lovely.

Sunday was meant to be my sightseeing day, but the weather was bad. It was VERY windy and it rained a lot. I did walk around for a couple of hours, but it wasn't a lot of fun.

St. Ann's Church and St. Ann's Square...


I believe these are the two Georgian (see Mark, I learned something!) buildings were moved during the reconstruction that followed the 1996 bombing...


It must be art...


The same art, but in a different place...


I did some serious therapy shopping, whenever it started to rain again. Manchester has an excellent shopping area and what must be the ugliest inner city mall I have ever seen.

Finally I went to Castlefield, which is Britain's first urban heritage park. It's a former industrial area that has been turned into a residential district, but still preserves canals, rail viaducts and warehouses.


The Museum of Science and Industry is located here (amazing collection of engines!) as is the Air and Space Museum, which my brother would have loved.




The weather did not improve, so I decided to go to the movies and watched Hugh Grant's latest offering Music and Lyrics. It brought back some fond memories of the 80s and made me feel a tiny bit old.

Monday morning the weather had significantly improved, so I went for another walk around the city.


The Town Hall...


Footbrigde over the river Irwell...


The river Irwell...


I had been warned not to go for a walk along the canals, which apparently stink. I regret that a bit now, since it is one of the most used shots in Life on Mars and looks quite romantic. Well, maybe next time.

This apparently is the most expensive hotel in Manchester, The Lowery.


And then it was time to go back.

It was a bumpy flight, so no pictures. Next week I am going to Berlin. By train.