The wind blew cruelly towards them. The freezing droplets didn't seem like it would allow A to walk peacefully in the huge city which he had arrived just now. H was taking the guests from Nottingham to the halls which they would live in during their visit. A's light brown sweater is now drenched in the cold rain and wonders if the tears of the sky would ever stop...
Nahh, not another short story, just an intro for my post on the visit in the city of Manchester...;)
It really is a huge city which you can find good, delicious, halal food almost anywhere. And for a person with a big appetite, that's definitely a good news! I kept telling others too that I wanted to eat (macam takde benda lain) when I go to Manchester. I stayed at Hafiz's and I did bump into several other Mancunians.
I also told Hafiz that we have to check the weather every now and then especially when you live in countries with 4 seasons.
Frankly, when I was at Old Trafford, I suddenly remembered a secret which I once shared with someone once upon time. Hmmm...
Now I know how it feels like to leave Nottingham for a long time (padahal 3 hari je). I feel so great to come back home on Sunday.
Have you ever run across a highway?
In Manchester, I made new friends, met old ones, recurring characters too :), ate a lot, took some pictures, bought some souvenirs and I learned more.
What would you do?
One thing's for sure...it won't always rain on me...
What would you do?
One thing's for sure...it won't always rain on me...