Checked out of the Victoria Inn, and realised that I hadn't planned my stay here very well being a Sunday when things wouldn't be open. Having said that, my awesomely talented hairdresser recommended a visit to the Eden Project. I'd never heard of it before, but my brief research on the net said that it would definitely be worth a visit. I managed to not get too lost there - a first in England! The scale of the project is massive and inspiring. Huge biospheres that house mediterranean and rainforest vegetation were amazing! The photos I don't think will do it justice. I wondered for a few hours and when my feet were too sore to continue, I left heading for St Agnes - the home of the Nankivells (or Nanskevalls or any other variants) as far back as can be found.
It took me about an hour longer than the approx 2 hours it should have taken me to get there, however scooting into the town, my accommodation was right there on the left. Noting its location, I decided to carry on, getting my bearings and come back. Wrong move. I lost it. I had no idea where I was going and couldn't even chuck a U turn for the small streets with vegetation up to and sometimes over the edge of the road. It was crazy. I ended up in Perranporth, which I'm glad I went to as the hilly terrain made for some awesome scenery and just out of the town looking over it was brilliant. Again, getting back was a challenge, not helped by the fact that English drivers will park on the road in residential areas cutting the road to one lane. All drivers are most polite though and will wait while you cross first and waving excitedly upon passing. As bad as the roads seam, there's virtually no accidents or road rage which is interesting... everyone knows the roads are weird and they just get on with it I suppose!
My arrival at the pub came one minute before my first burnout in the Hyundai. I know - I didn't think it was possible either, and old mate grandpa crossing the road in front of my exclaimed his surprise too as he turned around with a 'You're-not-a-local-are-you?' look on his face! Good times in the i10. The pub was a traditional English pub that had a surfy feel to it. St Agnes, as I learned from Jim, a friendly, chatty, 30yo local at the bar, is home to some good surfing - hence the pub advertises itself to the the surf-tour market. I know what you're thinking - Heath, you don't belong there! All I was after was a bed and essentially that's all I got in the room, but it was nice. I settled at the bar and Jim chatted away with me while the band set-up for their gig. They played some Bob Dylan songs and a few others - 'Freefalling' was prob the highlight for me. Jim, the bar tender who was possibly the tallest 20-something I have seen, and I discussed St Agnes (or 'Aggie' as us locals call it) and watch as Federer beat Murray in the Wimbledon final. Interestingly the locals were talking up 'their' Great Britian hope of winning, but when the match was completed it was a case of Murray being a 'Scot' who didn't quite make it. What a shame.
Jim and I ventured for on least pint at the pub up the road and bumped into an Aussie. She was very good at talking... about herself... and threw in lines of her experiences as well as some references to her siblings, Angus and Julia Stone. The singers. I couldn't take much more of it so started reading up about history of the bar! Whoops.
A big night, but a fun night with locals and live music. I was happy to be in Aggie.
It took me about an hour longer than the approx 2 hours it should have taken me to get there, however scooting into the town, my accommodation was right there on the left. Noting its location, I decided to carry on, getting my bearings and come back. Wrong move. I lost it. I had no idea where I was going and couldn't even chuck a U turn for the small streets with vegetation up to and sometimes over the edge of the road. It was crazy. I ended up in Perranporth, which I'm glad I went to as the hilly terrain made for some awesome scenery and just out of the town looking over it was brilliant. Again, getting back was a challenge, not helped by the fact that English drivers will park on the road in residential areas cutting the road to one lane. All drivers are most polite though and will wait while you cross first and waving excitedly upon passing. As bad as the roads seam, there's virtually no accidents or road rage which is interesting... everyone knows the roads are weird and they just get on with it I suppose!
My arrival at the pub came one minute before my first burnout in the Hyundai. I know - I didn't think it was possible either, and old mate grandpa crossing the road in front of my exclaimed his surprise too as he turned around with a 'You're-not-a-local-are-you?' look on his face! Good times in the i10. The pub was a traditional English pub that had a surfy feel to it. St Agnes, as I learned from Jim, a friendly, chatty, 30yo local at the bar, is home to some good surfing - hence the pub advertises itself to the the surf-tour market. I know what you're thinking - Heath, you don't belong there! All I was after was a bed and essentially that's all I got in the room, but it was nice. I settled at the bar and Jim chatted away with me while the band set-up for their gig. They played some Bob Dylan songs and a few others - 'Freefalling' was prob the highlight for me. Jim, the bar tender who was possibly the tallest 20-something I have seen, and I discussed St Agnes (or 'Aggie' as us locals call it) and watch as Federer beat Murray in the Wimbledon final. Interestingly the locals were talking up 'their' Great Britian hope of winning, but when the match was completed it was a case of Murray being a 'Scot' who didn't quite make it. What a shame.
Jim and I ventured for on least pint at the pub up the road and bumped into an Aussie. She was very good at talking... about herself... and threw in lines of her experiences as well as some references to her siblings, Angus and Julia Stone. The singers. I couldn't take much more of it so started reading up about history of the bar! Whoops.
A big night, but a fun night with locals and live music. I was happy to be in Aggie.
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