While we’re back on the Europe vacation – what an absolutely wild trip this was.
Full disclosure: I did just leave this spot open on my blog for myself to come back to later. So, coming back to it later, I don’t compleeeeetely remember on which leg of the trip I ended up in the Isle of Man, or if my flight got changed to later, or what exactly led to all this happening.
But I do know that somewhere in this Liverpool vacation, I had a layover and I ended up with my flight out of Isle of Man not leaving until the next day.
And it was a rule that you couldn’t spend the night in the airport there. It’s a small airport, and they kick everyone out at night.
So, I had to find a place to stay.
But GET THIS.
Apparently, there is a GIANT motorcycle race every year in the Isle of Man – just this absolutely huge deal motorcycle race. And I just so happened to be flying through on giant motorcycle race weekend.
So there was not one hotel room available. NOT ONE.
So, then I’m like frantically looking for an Air BnB, and there is ONE available. One.
I grab it as quickly as possible and make it there.
Turns out, one of the owners of the Air BnB is also a tour guide! He takes me around the whole entire island – including this special place where I guess two tectonic plates meet. And the woman of the house let me borrow her clothes while she did my laundry!
They were so hospitable. It was so fun. It was so relaxed. The place feels very community-oriented, since it’s just a little island.
And those are the main beats I remember. What a hoot!