Ladies and gentlemen I present to you: Leeds (not much different from Manchester)

Saturday morning 6:30 (too early to actually do anything that makes only the tiniest bit of sense). For the first time since I don't know how long I got up immediately after the first time my alarm went off. Today was the day that I was finally going to travel out of Manchester for a change; me and my American friends were going to visit the lovely Leeds.
Saturday morning 7:20 (too early to have leave your bed even if you have to go potty really badly). We all coincidentally met in the bus. Seeing as how our normal busses (U.K. North etc.) don't run this early in the morning (I can't blame them really), we had to take a stagecoach. We went to Picadilly gardens and from there we walked to the coach station.
Saturday morning 8:05 (too early to be riding the bus really, but hey...we were going to Leeds). Seeing as how we were all still somewhere in between a state of sleep and being awake the conversation mainly concerned lame remarks which must've annoyed the other passengers really badly.
Saturday morning 9:25 (still morning? Yes I know...)There we were, standing at the coach station of Leeds. It did not look much different from the one in Manchester. We had to wait for some friends of the American girl, who are currently studying in Leeds. They were going to show us around this day. Personal tourguides, aren't we important?
They arrived after a few minutes and we took off ready to take in the sights of a city we had never seen before, or had we? After visiting a outdoor market, which did not seem very different from the ones I know in Amsterdam, we went to an indoor market. The building had lovely architecture(see pictures), but honestly that was all there was too it really.
We went outside again and started walking. We had no clue where we were going, but we had our personal tourguides so we just followed where they were going. Meanwhile we all took lots of pictures, even our tourguides who I assumed must've been here for about a month already. We crossed a bridge over a river (something Manchester has too, only I haven't seen it yet) and then we walked some more, and some more and some more.
We walked towards a building, and hey, it really seemed like we were going to go inside. It turned out to be the Museum of Royal Armery, interesting! Oh well, admission for most of the museums in England is free so what the hey!
After looking at a bunch of old armours, which was actually quite impressive to see, the museum got more and more modern up onto the point were I was looking at things I assumed the army nowadays must use.
That was something I did not really want to be looking at.
The one highlight of this museum: a picture of a painting entitled 'Throwing Excalibur back into the lake'; King Arthur was sitting beside the lake while his 'precious' excalibur was being thrown back into the lake. The expression on his face was priceless. I imagine he said something like: 'Oh darn, they just had to go and throw my sword back into the lake'
I wasn't the only one who wasn't really into the rest of this museum. We went to sit down for a while and let those who were intruiged look around. Thankfully it didn't take very long before we were ready to leave.
After another long walk, meanwhile taking more pictures, we came back in the city centre. Now we were hungry, lunch it was. We went inside a building, I don't exactly know what to call it. It was bigger, I think than a pub, and it wasn't a restaurant either. We had to wait for a while to get a table. But we got one and we could finally sit down to eat lunch, which we had to order at the bar(a pub after all?) Most of us had the 'burger and beer' deal (£4) but I ate fishcakes. I didn't really feel like alcohol and I'm not that fond of meat either, I was clearly still the only European in our company.
When our bellies were full we took off once more to walk around the city centre for a bit. We walked, how exciting! We also took some more pictures, surprise! And guess what, we also did a tiny bit of shopping!
Not expected; we visited another museum. This time it was modern art, yay! One room was filled with older paintings though, they were allright. Another exhibition was put together to show that painting is still very much alive as an art! It was very nice. Another exhibition concerened three dimensional art and a last one was a little bit of everything. Clearly this was more my kind of thing, because I kept the others waiting!
After we left the museum we walked right into a group of Muslims demonstrating in front of the town hall. We took a couple of pictures of the building, but we didn't really feel like sticking around. I aspecially felt uncomfortable, not that I felt threatened. It's just kind of strange to be standing right next to people demonstrating when you're no part of it and you don't exactly know what they are demonstrating about.
So we walked around some more. Or more precisely we went to see the University. Little did we know it involved another long walk. We Manchester students always take the bus, we're not used to walking everywhere.
We arrived at campus. One could say it looked nicer than Manchester Uni, one could it did not. It didn't really make a difference. It was about 16:30 we had been on our feet for a good couple of hours, we pretty much just wanted to sit down again.
We went to the students union, which by all means did look much nicer than our student union.
Finally sitting down again, with some nice hot drinks. We all kind of collapsed and agreed that maybe we shouldn't have got such an early bus.
When it was time to go out for some dinner we took off once more. First we walked to a pub, but they had stopped serving food already and there were no tables free anyway. The next pub had also stopped serving food, another had no tables free again. At last we found one that did still serve food and was able to sit the seven of us down. Again we had to order food at the bar, and so we did (exciting huh?).
After we had eaten my lady American friend came back from the restroom anouncing that this pub, like another one in Manchester, also had a vending machine which sold vibrators. I actually had not yet seen the one in Manchester, I needed to use the restroom and so I was desperately instructed to go and take some pictures for the guys(see pictures).
Saturday evening 20:10 (too late to still be in Leeds). We made our way back to the coach station, because we didn't want to hang around in the pub anymore. Instead we hung around at the coach station waiting for our 21:00 bus to leave. Pooped out we all just sat there hardly saying anything at all. But we all knew that even though our day had been a little bit too long and even though it wasn't much different from Manchester(main difference I noticed; the boys were cuter), we were happy to have visited Leeds.
P.s.Almost forgot to add that me and one of my American friends acted political! We signed a petition to close Guantanomo bay. He bought a poster saying Bush is the biggest terrorist of all and I bought a socialist newspaper! Oh yeah!