This will be the second last post about my recent visit to my parents in Cornwall (I arrived home at about 9:30PM yesterday), and deals with a period for most of which I was not in Cornwall.

CONFUSIONS OVER DATES

I had booked my train tickets, to and from Plymouth, based on the dates of my parents holiday in Crete being from the 3rd to the 17th of October. The actual dates were the 2nd to the 16th, which meant something had to be done for the final night of my time away. Originally I was going to be at the backpackers hostel on Union Street, but further changes occurred while I was at my parents place, and in the end I was booked to into Ocean Stays hotel on Citadel Road. This is not a full service hotel, and does not have a reception area, so check in has to be done online, and it also meant the necessity of speaking to someone about depositing the larger of my bags there to free me up a bit for the time before I could take possession of my room. Fortunately this was achieved fairly quickly, and by about 9:30 I was able to begin my exploration of Plymouth.

STARTING TO EXPLORE PLYMOUTH

Since The Hoe was more or less on the doorstep of my hotel I started my explorations from there. I also took in plenty of other stuff as you will see. For lunch I had a recommendation of a Turkish establishment at Derry Cross, which is at one end of Royal Parade, a wide thoroughfare which also serves as the start and end point for all Plymouth based bus routes, and which in conjunction with the even wider and entirely pedestrianized Armada Way forms a giant T that effectively defines Plymouth city centre. Armada Way is also the beginning of the route to Plymouth Railway Station, of which more in the final post in this series.

Dunya, for such is the name of the Turkish establishment in question, lived up to what I had been told. I ordered from their lunch menu – mixed olives with feta for a starter and lamb kofte for main, which with a ginger beer added in came to £16, and kept me going for the rest of that day.

For the afternoon I returned to the Hoe, and awaited details of the two codes I needed to be able to enter the hotel – a door code, and a code for the key safe in which the room key is kept between customers (these key safes are located just inside the hotel). By the time I got the two codes I was ready to turn in. My room proved to basic, but very acceptable. It had a shower, and a fridge, both fo which proved useful, but no chair, let alone a table, so I did my photo editing sat on the bed, with the computer actually living up to its official designation of lap top for once.

PHOTOGRAPHS

My photographs from Plymouth: