Day 9 - Liverpool

I had but walked out of the railway station when I stumbled upon the Museum Quarter. Impressed by the classic façade, but even more by the huge sign on it saying "FREE entry", I hurried inside the Walker museum. And inside I discovered two incredible special exhibitions: one of Josh Kirby's work (illustrator of most of Pratchett's novels, among other things) and another of a Peter Chang, who turns out to be outstandingly brilliant.

I had a lot of fun in both exhibitions. I loved seeing the originals (they're all illustrations on paper, classic style) for the Discworld books, among which was the one I carried in my sack.

And I also loved the crazy and great looking alien designs of this Chang guy.

I stayed until they kicked me out. And that was the high point in Liverpool. From there, it was all downhill.

As the hostel was well away from the city centre, I resolved to see as much of it as possible before going there. So I took a stroll around, saw the very famous club "The Cavern" (of which I had heard nothing before, but apparently was important in the Beatles era) and the Beatles memorial in front of it, the docks an a bit of the centre.

All in all, it's not a beautiful city.

At sundown, it was suddently very cold, with a cutting wind that froze my bones, so I started the 45 min pilgrimage to the hostel. I arrived there tired, quite depressed and feeling lonely, and finding myself in quite a dead place and alone in my room wasn't too good for my spirits.

That was, no doubt, the lowest point of the whole trip so far.