The Curry Mile in Manchester, Manchester Hostels and The Great Party Debate
This week is going to be a review of my holiday in Portugal, as Ryan couldn’t figure out exactly what I was talking about. So, three posts. Two on Portugal which are tomorrow and wednesday, and one today about my night in Manchester last Tuesday. Enjoy!
When i arrived in Manchester, disaster! My suitcase broke. It’s one of those trolley bags, and the handle broke off of it. That’s going to make the next few days fun. I stopped for a subway and found out what he wanted to do for food. He said two words: ‘Curry Mile‘ – referring to Rusholme in Manchester that has curry house after curry house.
We stopped in one suitably dingy enough. It was great, I had a chicken balti and Rick had something which was a little odd. It was like a pea and cheese curry. Don’t knock it though, it was actually really nice! I wish I had it. Instead, I made do with my balti and 2 pints of Boddingtons. I love Manchester for that, everywhere serves Boddies! We went to a couple of bars after the curry and they all served Boddingtons. I could so live there.
We then retired back to the hostel with the hope of having an early night. We got speaking to this Aussie dude for about an hour about the history of the UK and we were joined by these two Canadian girls who wanted to know where to go and “party”. They seemed to think that the UK people, because of licensing laws, weren’t as much of drinkers as Canadians. Please. They also wanted to know where was the best place to go in Manchester, so we pointed them in the direction of Canal Street. Gay’s party more than straight people. FACT.
When they left, we returned to the Aussie dude, and he said what I had been thinking: we could’ve. It’s a well known fact that, for us Brits, anybody with a British accent can turn certain country’s ladyfolk into putty. Especially North America. Quite frankly, Hugh Grant deserves a knighthood due to his tireless work of making this happen. One of them was alright, her mate looked like the result if The Elephant Man had a child with an Asian woman, but the other one had potential.
We got to bed about 11, but didn’t get to sleep until about half midnight. We were right by the boiler, and it was noisy up until then with people having showers. Nevertheless, it was a better hostel than the one in London I stayed in, we just got a shit room. So if you fancy staying in a hostel in Manchester, I can recommend Hatters.
Truth be told, I probably wouldn’t of got much sleep anyway. A mixture of excitement and nervousness. Nervousness because of flying, and excitement because – after 23 years – I am finally leaving the country….
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Rhys Wynne, the author of this blog, is a 20 something web designer from Colwyn Bay. 
I’m confused… which country are you actually in… have we gone back in time?
I am confused too… Thought is was just me and my exam brain!
Do you have a time machine? Are you Dr. Who?
Gays do not party more than straights *does innocent face knowing that I’ve been out loads these past few weeks chasing women* though Canal Street is a good night out. Mind you, like anywhere, it depends on where you go and who you’re with!! x
“…her mate looked like the result if The Elephant Man had a child with an Asian woman”
Man, I wish we’d have taken photographic evidence (although it may have destroyed my camera). Also, add that she had an annoying Canadian accent.
Mmmmmmm – the curry mile!
I used to live about 5/10 min walk away from there. Although one night, I left at 2.15am and didn’t get home til gone 3am. I have no idea what happened!