Hen Weekend - Portland

Well I guess I ought to say something about the infamous weekend. I'm not sure if there is anything I can possibly say that will do it all justice but I shall have a go...

Once again Soozy, you have not failed to please with your choice of amusement and venue. Being a hostel virgin (yes that's hostel, not hostile) I was somewhat dubious about the concept of bunking up with a bunch of strangers a la school dormitory. But how wrong my concerns were! The hostel turned out to be a pretty ok house actually, with many luxuries I wasn't expecting i.e. indoor toilet and shower. And the strangers turned out to be a bloody great bunch of girls (although to be truthful I'd expect no less from Soozy). I can honestly say that my view of hostels has changed for the better. However, give me five star luxuxury hotels any day of the week still!

On with the weekend....
Friday night consisted of a laid back getting to know eachother session, and what better way to enjoy it than breaking my 6 week alcohol fast. This I unfortunately paid the price for the next morning as I greeted the toilet with a vomitous hello. Saturday involved Soozy organising one of her famous expeditions into the middle of nowhere. Myself and Kirsty were highly sceptical of this at first but we were lured out with the promise of food and drink within half an hour. This promise was brought into question when we reached the first mountain to climb and Bernie's enlightening words of 'there's nothing up there girls. it'll be at least 2 hours before we reach a pub'. Hmmm, I'm thinking this is not good. So whilst the braver girlies hopped, skipped and jumped up the mountain path, myself, Kirsty and Margaret feld to the nearest pub for a hearty lunch and a pint.

After lunch we did attempt some sight seeing and took a wander around the wicker town. This was a scary time as the place really is like something out of a horror movie. We first wandered to the high street which had a number of shops and cafes but they were all closed. Furthermore, all of the houses in the area appeared to be either desolate or had wandering eyes peering from within. Some time later we passed an eery church which had two signs displayed outside - one advertised a Pet Service (yes you heard right), the other promoted the HARVEST FESTIVAL... Arghhh! (cue music from the Omen). This really is the remake of The Wicker Man! The three of us hurried back to the safety of the hostel, not before passing a spooky decrepit old cemetary which had three oddly new looking white crosses plonked in the middle - could this mean something?



After taking some time to recover we got ourselves ready for a night on the town. This involved heading down to the local pub to see a magic show (you probably already guessed this was Joy's idea). Unfortunately the Magic show turned out to be a dodgy band playing even dodgier covers. Any how, this all added to the fun of the night and we all had a good old laugh. Bernie managed to pull a 6 foot stalker (female) and we met up with a family of tourists from Barnsley where one of the guys looked like something from Max and Paddy's Road to Nowhere.



Sunday morning came all too quickly and it was time to head off. Unfortunately for Kirsty she had agreed to get a lift with me back to Southampton. I say unfortunately as little did she know that this would involve a minor detour around Devon (don't ask!).

Anyway, its been a super weekend. Thanks to Soozy and Michelle for inviting me and organising it all. Michelle if you take bookings as a party organiser can you do my Hen night next year? And thanks to all the cool girlios for making it sooo much fun. I look forward to seeing you all at the wedding! :-)