Sunday 31st July 10:00am, The Promenade, Broadstairs UK

Two days ago, as I was standing in front of the gigantic, palace-like Victorian building that is St Pancras International, I thought to myself that it could just as well be a Mormon temple. What a sense of foreshadowing, it would turn out later...

The train journey to Dover was relatively quick, fairly expensive but fully air-conditioned. Once in Dover I quickly found quarter at a guesthouse run by an Australian guy who has moved to Dover some odd twenty years ago. He had two dogs and two daughters – one example of each was named Jade. As I was introduced to ‘Jade the Animal’ a couple of hours before I met ‘Jade the Human Being’, I was quite confused that in my room it said: “Jade will be your chambermaid during your stay”. Why the British would employ a dog as chambermaid was beyond me, but then again, they're the British...
As I was strolling around the town later, I got approached by two Mormon elders coming out of nowhere. The Mormon temple of St Pancras and now, three hours later, two Mormons – the one looking like Rupert Grint off Harry Potter and the other like the Frankenstein monster just without the screw through the neck – that was quite a bit of a coincidence for that day. I mean, what are the chances?
I have also bought a Great British bus pass, which made me feel roughly 50 years older...

After having seen everything there is to see in Dover, in my case a row of slightly run-down seaside hotels with old people in them playing bridge (I can’t be sure about that, though; I didn’t go inside to ask) and a massive cruise ship that decided to leave port the very moment I arrived. Furthermore I have discovered that Dover must be a very modern town: As you can see from the photographical evidence I uploaded, it doesn’t have any history. So I decided to leave “Historic Dover” and moved up north, contrary to my elaborate itinerary. I finally settled in a seaside resort called Broadstairs near Margate. A brief description of Broadstairs: It’s basically ‘Margate on Sale’. That means it IS Margate but everything is 30% cheaper. Now, it really is the English seaside that causes quite a peculiar dilemma: On the one hand there are hoards of seagulls only waiting to have a s*** on your head. On the other hand it is so windy that you can’t put on a hat or a cap without fearing to lose it. Oh yes, and pretty much everything smells of rotten seaweed...

I will be staying in Broadstairs today before moving to the historic town of Canterbury. I know, I’ve been there already a couple of years ago. But I was given an interesting hint and now I absolutely have to check something out. All I want to give away for now is that it is to do with the Church and a naked woman. That should keep you interested...

Keep walking...

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