English Roadtrip, Part 3...

We arrived in Liverpool just before sunset and had already decided that we’d stay in a hostel so we could have a proper sleep, shower and wash our dirty clothes. Brad had already decided on a hostel from his trusty Lonely Planet guide so we drove straight there to get settled. On inquiring about the cost of a bed each for the night we were quoted ₤15 each. I thought it was a bit expensive and was sure I’d seen it cheaper on the internet. So I asked the lady to give us a minute and I jumped on the internet in front of reception and booked 2 beds for ₤10 each. Up we went back to reception and said that we had a booking for 2 beds. She seemed a little confused but all was good and we ended up saving about $13 each. Later to be used much more wisely…

After dumping our gear in the room we put on a load of washing each and headed out for some tucker and then returned to our room to prepare for our night out. There was a Kiwi guy staying in our room who came with us for some bev’s. He was keen to go to The Cavern Bar where The Beatles had played hundreds of gigs. So we went along with his suggestion and after descending 3 flights of stairs into the underground bar, we were pleased to see a Beatles impersonation band playing. After many pints of beer it was time to move on.
Our next stop was the Walkabout, the Aussie pub! We stayed at this pub all night until it closed and only then did we notice that our Kiwi roommate had left us! Oh well, he wasn’t that fun anyways and he did seem a little drunk. After Brad insisted on a Kebab we made our way back to the hostel.

As we entered the room we were instantly confronted with a stale smell. Too drunk and tired to care we continued to prepare to become horizontal. As I was just about to jump into bed I felt something wet on my foot next to my bed. Instantly I remembered the stale smell and instantly came to the conclusion that what I had just stepped in was fresh urine. As I announced my discovery to Brad, he didn’t believe me and felt the urge to touch, stroke and almost caress the bed and carpet numerous times until he too decided that what was now covering his hands was indeed fresh urine.

So about now I was pretty annoyed so I woke up the Kiwi guy and asked him if he’d taken a piss on my bed. He was extremely drunk and could hardly speak but managed to say that he didn’t think he’d pissed in my bed. So off I went down to reception and got a key to a fresh room. Okay I was happy now. Back to the stale urine smelling room and tried again to get the Kiwi to admit that he’d urinated all over my bed. After 5 minutes of probing for an answer he admitted that maybe he might have done it but he’d never done anything like it before! Oh well, there’s a first time for everything, time for sleep…

The next night was equally as good, back to the Walkabout we went and had another large serving of bev’s and hung out most of the night with a few Bobette the Builders! Good fun and good laughs were had and once again Liverpool had delivered another memorable night. Another kebab for Brad and myself on the way home and we were satisfied enough to become horizontal for a few hours before we had to drop the car off and jump on a bus to London.

This was to unfortunately mark the end of our English Roadtrip…