Brighton Bound

Contrary to the story behind my previous post about Bournemouth, my day trip to Brighton is a result of years of planning, research, meshing work and university schedules together and more planning. Just ask our group planner Ate @preciousheartsu, who probably deserved this holiday the most. Thank you for always being our OCD planner and making the itinerary!

I’ll save you the other details, but our final plan turned out like this:


I got there by 6:37am because I get subjected to the Filipino time stereotype at the worst of times.

At around the same time, we all boarded our respective cars. I’m always happy to be road trip mates with Ate Precious, Barry aka Bamboo aka CARRRLO and the little guy on the right who bombed my selfie game nicely. Hi Kyle!

Shout outs to the guys over at the second car Juds, Pao and Carlo!

I thought I was going to be asleep on the way but boy, was I wrong. Thanks to morning chicharon and orange juice, I was able to enjoy the morning all the way and witness our Fast and Furious impression as we accidentally switched lanes, and watching the second car behind us do the exact same thing, confusingly. You are very cool Juds!


We technically made it to The Chattri but we had our eyes set on the iconic war memorial statue, the one that we thought was a huge gazebo from afar. Surviving a long, bumpy road and seeing a lot of cows later, we decided to find the monument by foot. Instead, we found a small barnyard with pigs and cows and an empty house which reminded us of typical teen slasher films and what would happen to us one by one if someone came out and offered us something to eat. I told you to text Tita first kasi na we’re coming eh @samlexeigh! Haha!

Even though we didn’t get to see the actual monument, we did get some fresh air and a short walk around the farm, which was great on its own.


Finding the beach was a lot easier, and by this time the sun was at its peak and we were starting to feel the heat and hunger. After finding a good parking space, we unloaded the food and utensils that we brought along.


All of our acknowledgements to my Dad for cooking our super spicy and savoury chicken drumsticks and to Tita Arlene for making the perfect palabok! We are the baon babies.


Seagull. Seagulls later when we decide to feed them. It was like watching that horror movie Ben  but instead of rats, it was a gang of seagulls.

Kyle enjoyed throwing rocks everywhere, as did we all. Our feet got the rock massage of their lives when we decided to dip our feet and legs in the cold water.


I was a bit relieved when I found out there was no admission fee for the pier, but then I found out it’s because everything else costs money, from the hotdogs, roller coasters and jewelry.

Just to make it clear, guys, we’re NOT allowed to jump off the pier?

This is the best part of everything. PLEASE SIT THIS. Hahaha. Thank you for pointing this to me Juds (who also pointed out that the lever just blocked the word SIDE below).

As the sun continued to be sunny and hot, we decided to stop by the Burger King across the beach, ordered a lot of food and did what we as a group do best: laugh.

As fun as it is to wander around new places with these guys, nothing can ever beat hours of laughing together at weird topics, jokes and taking endless mugshots of one another with Ate Precious’ camera and monopod. And that, for me, helped make our day a really great one.

Until next time! Where’s our next holiday going to be?

– Troy

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (he/him) is a Filipino poet and producer based in south west London. His recent poems have appeared in TAYO Literary Magazine, harana poetry, MacMillan and bath magg. He is a producer for London open mic night Poetry and Shaah and co-founder of Liwayway Kolektibo, an arts and culture network providing space for UK-based Filipino/a/x creatives. His debut pamphlet, War Dove, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2020. Photo taken by Ray Roberts.

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