Travel: Brighton and the (Not-So) Accidental Tourist Experience

DAY 4:

“The Pavilion is a strange, odd, Chinese looking place, both outside and inside. Most of the rooms are low, and I can see a morsel of the sea, from one of my sitting room windows”

– Queen Victoria

There I was. I woke up with some still-weird temperature, but nothing that could stop me from visiting the Royal Pavilion. I felt much better than the previous night. So, I put some layers of clothes on and went to the promised land as planned. The promised Pavilion. It sounded much better in my head.

Royal Pavilion

By the way, the Royal Pavilion is one beautiful pace. It was absolutely beautiful, and I wasn’t in a rush. That meant I could enjoy it in its full glory as long as I liked. I even got to listen to nearly the entire audio guide! All while not completely losing sight of at least one of my groupmates! That’s a bingo! Lovely, lovely, lovely, wow! Still, it was truly one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen, and definitely the most gorgeous thing I’ve visited in Brighton. It’s a stunning house and I can only imagine how great George IV must have felt while living there. Well, maybe not. He probably spent his days whining to his mistresses without realizing how lucky he was because… Entitled royals of the past (not so different from characters on a 2000s CW series, after all)… Whatever…

Brighton - Royal Pavilion

The Pavilion is incredible, it has loads of style and vivid, eye-catching colors. The place is quite breathtaking. The rooms all share an Oriental theme which surprised me. I didn’t know the King was so fascinated with the Orient to have his house decorated like that. There are the impressive hand-painted Chinese wallpapers, and there are several dragon statues in many rooms. The rooms are: the Banqueting Room, the Great Kitchen, the Music Room, the

The Banqueting Room

beautifully decorated Royal Bedrooms, the gorgeous and very red Saloon, the reception rooms, the Prince Regent Gallery and the Indian Military Hospital gallery. The audio guide is very well-done and describes all of them very well, offering very interesting details on the history of the Royal Pavilion and its inhabitants, as well as pictures of various restorations of the residence, etc.

I also thought it was really nice that the fireplaces are always lit up, though you pretty much find tourists who prefer entering a symbiotic relationship with the heaters in every room. An interesting detail is that several things are made in materials that are supposed to look like other ones: for example, there isn’t any real bamboo in the Pavilion, only imitations. In one of the rooms, visitors are invited to touch some material which the house is made of to show the effect time has on them.

It’s also interesting that the Pavilion used to be a hospital for Indian soldiers during WWII given its typical Indian-Saracen style of architecture. It’s also strange to think that it used to be a hospital given it’s so regal and elegant and glamorous. It’s hard to imagine soldiers used to bleed, suffer, be cured of their war wounds or die there…

Note: There’s a memorial dedicated to Indian soldiers called the Indian Gate on the southern side of the Pavilion’s entrance.

Choice quote of the visit:

Lady: “Sure, all this Chinoiserie makes quite a scary impression!”

Changing the subject, you can also purchase the menu cooked for the King by a famed French chef in the Royal Pavilion souvenir shop. About that shop, dude, isn’t it expensive, too? Man, microscopic stuff costed 3£. I mean, what the hell? However, if you buy three books, one of them is free. That’s cool. Since I started to feel chillier and stranger after the visit, I returned to the hotel to relax, missing only the afternoon visit to the Lewes Castle. And my temperature rose again. BANG. I even went to see a doctor. BANG. And I don’t know if it was because my hotel room walls were thin or if I was having some sort of fever-related delirium, but I had the feeling I heard voices during the last night… BANG… But it’s probable that I was just dreaming and/or semi-wake. And I didn’t exactly feel that perfect once I left town… BANG…


I would’ve liked to see more of Brighton. I would’ve really liked to see a show at the Brighton Dome. It would’ve been really cool, but they’re so expensive and they weren’t part of the program (note: boo-hoo), so that didn’t happen. I got to see the Dome from the outside while walking around town, though. So, that’s partially a win.

Brighton Dome

I would’ve liked to go see a show at Komedia, visit the universities, walk around the parks, see the artist quarter, do the Ghost Walk and buy myself a tiny snowball globe… But hey, I was having a Twin Peaks experience. I also would’ve liked not to be in a rush all the time. It’s really ugly to visit places in a rush. You shouldn’t be put in that situation when you’re visiting places. You should be able to take your time and see things and enjoy them for real.

Nevertheless, I saw every scheduled thing I wanted to see, missing only the Lewes Castle. And in the end, I can’t say my trip to Brighton wasn’t singular and didn’t end with a bang.


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