My Stay at Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Disney world, Paris, Australia, Italy; all amazing places I’m sure, but I’ve never been. Although there is one place I have been to; it was none other than Blackpool Pleasure Beach!

So you say to yourself, on one hand there is Blackpool and on the other there is Australia… now I know which one I’d rather go to. However, it all boils down to one thing: money. Good old money; that “green stuff” which makes the world go around. So with lack of that very thing, it had to be ‘sunny old Blackpool’: how exciting!

My expectations of Blackpool were not what you would call high; in fact I didn’t expect anything at all. Despite this some of my expectations were met exactly, others were pleasantly surprising.

Blackpool is known for its forty two acre Pleasure Beach, Blackpool tower; a name so ironic it’s unbelievable; and for the largest concentration of fast, super-fast, small and huge roller coasters in Europe. Yes! I did my research!

This tourist spot gives popular a whole new meaning; it is the annual home of some 6.5 million people, and what’s more, these people actually go there to have fun! Truthfully, I, being hopefully not the only person who has a fear of any type of rollercoaster, didn’t really go and expect to have fun. Forgive me if I am offensive, but I find the place dirty and shabby to say the least or may be this is a biased view as I’m not a lover of fast rides, seagulls and almost derelict hotels. Now I’m not the kind of girl who loves her appearance so much, she jus must never be seen in a place like Blackpool, that would be self obsessed, nevertheless, I fail to see the excitement in staying in an apartment where spiders inhabit the cracks in the walls; Where ice cold draughts breeze in through the singular window in...

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...kpool too, and over them five very interesting days rain became more of an attraction; it was almost something to be proud of.

Having not expected much to come from my stay there, I was overjoyed when suddenly I knew that just because I didn’t like fast rides, I could still have fun with my friends and it was even better when I found my lost home.

All in all my stay in Blackpool was relaxing and unexpected and then it rained. It got better but then it rained. So despites the inevitable rain, I had an amazing time. My chances of visiting Australia are still about as nonexistent and my Piggy bank and my dreams of Disney world have been written off. All of it was replaced by Blackpool. A resort only on my doorstep, along with its fun-loving attractions; however contradicting that may sound because of my lack of enthusiasm to roller coasters, I’d still recommend it!