In which we see Manx Men, Manx Cats, Manx Sheep, Manx Sea Lions, and various other beasties. And I learn never to start a blog post in the third person. Once upon an august evening, two explorers set off on a train to Liverpool….. … and when their journey hit the edge of the island, they swapped smooth tracks for floating ferry. A couple of hours and a dodgy wifi connection later, they reached The Island. (and went to sleep) (after first finding their airbnb. Which definitely didn’t involve Tegan walking into the wrong backyard to find the key and Sameer freaking out and then lecturing her on white privilege) Early the next morning The Explorers walked to the town of the Castle (Castletown), and tried unsuccessfully to find nice coffee…. … before trying slightly-more-successfully-but-definitely-also-with-a-strong-local-assist, to find the bus to Port Erin. (The busses run kind of on timetable, but also make their own decisions when the day is a Saturday or there is an event or when the wind blows some way or other … Continue reading Manx Man Sam(eer)