Girls Trip to Porthleven, Cornwall

Lugging five suitcases around Poundland because sixteen-year-olds feel the need to buy loom bands is not the best idea. After finding out that Cornwall doesn't have the words 'student bus ticket' in their vocabulary and then having to hand over £125 to the bus driver for our weekly bus passes, we finally got on the number 2 to Porthleven. 

Our apartment was owned by the most sensible of the six of us, which meant free WiFi that actually worked. Steph decided to take charge when we started complaining about hunger and she mentally turned into a Michelin star chef preparing and cooking a colourful stir-fry, whilst two of the others frantically rushed to watch the next anticipated episode of 'Home and Away'. 

The next day we got back on the beloved number 2 bus, this time to Helston. We had decided to go to one of the three theme parks in Cornwall, Flambards. When we got there we were surprised at the lack of teenagers wandering the park, however, after spending only 2 hours there, we realised why. Flambards is a park for young children and families, not teenagers. As much as we wanted to be a child at heart, there is a limit to the amount of times you can go on a carousel. 

On our way home, after embarrassing ourselves because no one can get up the stairs gracefully when the bus is moving, we found ourselves greeted by a near bus full of children and teenagers. My friends, finding it funny,decided to sit together with no room for me. So I stumbled to the back to sit with a group of college boys. As you can imagine, I was very relived when I got off that bus after listening to half hours worth of cheesy pick up lines and competitions to see who could get our Snapchat names first. 

The next day three out of the five of us decided to take the 2 hour journey to St Ives. St Ives is a beautiful place in the summer. Although there is a downside to this wonderful place; seagulls. After being warned about these pests before eating our ice creams in a secret manner, we ventured along the shore having to dodge other tourists before settling down to get a potential but turned out to be non-existent, tan. Our experience of eating our ice cream with no seagulls attacking us, left us cocky. We ate rolls in full view of the pests. 
A seagull dive-bombed my roll, took a huge chunk and left a bleeding scratch reaching on my hand.

With a potential new scar, we cautiously walked down to the sea, stopping for Steph to insist we take a photo with a boat. 

We then waded through the water to get round a rock, walked towards the bus station and again found ourselves in Poundland. 

On the train home the huge bag of loom bands we had collected actually came in handy in keeping us occupied along with my masterclasses of how to braid hair in four different ways. We also managed to be the highlight of everyone's train journey by energetically dancing along to the songs on my iPod, I think the rest of the train was truly disappointed when we got off.