Make it Newquay

Called the British California, Newquay is a seaside town and major seaport of Cornwall, England. I arrived into this quiet city minutes before midnight. Weary and tired, all I wanted was to fill my growling stomach and have a good night's sleep. The caretaker of the guest house informed me that if we drive to the city centre, we will find a number of cuisines and fast food chains. All that tiredness from driving did not allow me to experiment with my choice of dinner. Green chillies, a Indian take away offered my stomach some solace and I decided to call it a night. Next morning, as I woke up to the sun peeping right on my face through the curtains, all I could see was mist on the road. It was so intense that I could barely see the cars on the road or even the trees in the lawn. I found out at the reception that the hotel conducted surfing and bodyboarding activities in the afternoons. In fact, this town was only known for the exhilarating activities it offered. The beachside was engulfed by the mist and it seemed impossible to do water sports that day. As I walked through the town, I realized how much the town had to offer. The restaurants ranged from  ethnic Lebanese food to authentic Indian food to Turkish shawarmah. The streets and lamp posts were adorned with colourful seasonal petunias and one could smell freshly baked cakes right out of the oven. Breakfast was at Kimz, an eatery run by a group of elegant and efficient old ladies. When my friend ordered for vegetables in spicy gravy with cheese and rice, little did he know that he would be served the almost Indian style 'rajma-rice' in a typical British restaurant. For myself, I ordered for scrambled eggs and buttered toasts with a large glass of banana milkshake. And trust me, it was totally out of the world. After a heavy brunch, we headed to the Newquay activity centre for a session of water surfing. I was mersmerised by the location of the centre. Situated on a height and surrounded by white palatial summer bungalows, it provided the most beautiful view of the sea. All suited up in the surfing gear, I walked down to the beach with my friends. I had chosen to be the photographer for the day and preferred enjoying the silence of the sea. The shore was occupied by surfers of all ages, shapes and sizes. The locals had come out with their pets to enjoy the sun. It was pure bliss to simply sit and watch everybody. After about two hours, we headed back  to the centre, showered, changed and headed back to the city on our trail for more discoveries. The buildings were of the old Victorian era and added that British charm to the city. There was nothing exclusive to see in the city but the ambience and charm it held, made it so much more interesting. The other side of the beach had my discovery of the day. I was unable to find that one word to describe my discovery. On a cliff, in the middle of the sea was located a guest house which was connected to the main land by a long white upwardly bent bridge. My imagination took me to the middle of the bridge and I could feel the sea lashing waves on the shore some 100 feet below me. I smiled on my imagination, captured the picture in my head and walked off with my companions towards our next destination, St. Ives. True to its reputation, make it Newquay: make it soon.