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belfast coming to an end

so leave in a few hours for a plane back to London. Belfast was great. Fantastic indie rock clubs. The area around Queens University is really nice. Cool vintage clothing shop and lots of cafes and rock clubs and beautiful botanic gardens and lots of cool hip Belfast hipsters roaming the streets. Surprising and refreshing after Poland. There are also cool hip areas in London of course, but haven't had time to explore them yet.

Hoping to find a decent reading series in London as well. I mean alternative/experimental scene(s)

so here we go . . . going to see a new flat tomorrow morning. Could be much better than the place I am living in now. Could have internet and a decent shower and maybe a bit bigger room and perhaps cool Spanish flatmates.


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