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I went to Brighton

As the title above says, today I caught the train to Brighton. Its a pretty expensive off peak round trip at 17 pounds, it only takes 50 minutes to get there from London Bridge.
The exciting thing that happens along the way is you go right past the end of the main runway at Gatwick airport. Its very impressive how many airports thre are around London, from the train there were at least 30 Jets I could spot at the gates or lined up to take off. And Gatwick is only the secondary airport.
The seating on the train was seats facing each other with a table in the middle, the woman across from me decide to sit on a 45 degree angle and therefore take up nearly all the room for 4 seats, and kick me most of the way there, meanwhile another guy across the aisle yelled loudly on his phone the whole way and missed the stop at Gatwick all together, for which he then blamed whoever was on the other end of the phone. The amusing thing about this is the train doesnt stop again until Brighton.

Arriving in Brighton is quite interesting, theres hills surrounding the station filled with identical looking houses, rows and rows of them unbroken by any tree, park or distinguishing feature. Its a shame I couldnt photograph this because it looked very depressing.
When you get off the train you are in the tourist area, and its a walk down hill to the beach, or what they call a beach. You see there is no sand at all on this beach, just lots of pebbles.
I walked out to the end of the pier past the cheap tourist attractions and disgusting seaside food stalls selling jellied eels, cockels and other things that shouldnt be eaten.
Back on land, theres a maze of back streets that have been converted to pedestrian only areas with a mix of shops selling junk, mainly childrens toys from the 60s and strange lunch boxes.