Blackpool is my kampong away from home. This is where I spent the last stages of my teenage years slogging in preparation for entry into a British university.
Recently, after 29 years (gosh, am I that old now?) I returned to "Kampong Blackpool".
Blackpool, as I have blogged here and here before, is a seaside resort town. From spring to autumn the place would be teeming with tourists from all over Britain. It's like the whole town was forever in a festive mood. The restaurants, bingo halls and shopping centres would be packed-full with tourists. The streets would be congested with cars, and the buses and trams would be always be full that you'd always have to join a long queue to get on board.
But with my recent visit being in December, the hustle and bustle was not there of course. I was especially looking forward to riding the trams. Alas, I had to miss that too as the service was put off for track maintenance and repair works.
That did not deter me from visiting all my favourite spots. There was always the bus (I took the No. 9 bus from Talbot Rd Station to Bispham). And the freezing winter weather meant that I could walk on for miles without ever breaking a sweat.
|The North Pier. A theme park over waters|
|Entrance to the North Pier|
|Empty benches, only during winter|
|Norbreck Road. This is where I lived for the most part of my two-year stay in Blackpool|
|No. 22, Norbreck Road. I stayed with three other Malaysians here: Shaari, Amer and Hamidin. The land-lord (we just called him Alex) stayed on the ground floor with his family|
|The top most window on the right was my kitchen's window. Cooked some fine meals (and many horrible ones) here. Again, SURVIVAL|
|The local post office where I'd frequent many times to buy stamps to post my mails to Apak back home and the occasional film roles to be processed by mail service|
|Yes, the post box is still there|
|From my house on Norbreck Road I would foot it to college. This is the route that I would talk daily for two years|
|Distant view of my college as I trekked across the big field|
|David, the landlord's grandson. When I was renting at his flat in Norbreck he was just a baby. He's now a businessman and doing well for himself. Despite the freezing temperature, he didn't seem to be bothered, whereas I was all wrapped up|
|The Blackpool Tower. Still regal and and standing proud. It can be seen from miles around as one approaches Blackpool whether by road or rail|