With that little order of business out of the way, allow me to apologize for the lack of updates throughout most of February. Where I lacked in updates, I dominated in traveling. Imagine getting a massive killstreak in your favorite online FPS. You’re taking terrorists/monsters/robots/Barney the Dinosaurs down left and right; your teammates are jealous; your enemies are infuriated; you feel nothing but adrenaline fueled bliss.
That was me. Besides the killing part, anyway. If my previous post was any indication, I went to Dover, Canterbury, Bath, a night club (oi), Westminster Abbey, and Barcelona. Not on that post is Wales, where I spent this previous weekend. Not to be redundant, but there will be plenty of half-sarcastic blogging in the very near future. By the way, Wales’ entire government representation is composed of nothing but sheep.
With no further baaaaaaado, allow me to recant the tale of my day traveling to Dover and Canterbury.
The nice thing about going on trips through Queen Mary is that the buses come right to campus. The potentially disastrous downside is that they don’t ever take roll, so any Tom, Dick, or Seamus could hop on the bus. As far as I can tell, that didn’t happen. Riding up to Dover on a double-decker bus was nice, except the heater was broken. Normally, when you think of a broken heater in an English February, you probably think the passengers try starting fires out of upholstery and seat cushions for warmth. In this case, the heater could not be turned off full blast. On our way back from Dover, my little group of amigos migrated to the first deck of the bus.
When we got to Dover, we were basically told to be back at the bus at 1:30 and that there was a tour through the old WWII tunnels at 11:40. Probably not in that illogical order, but you’re not the one writing this blog.
The tour through the tunnels was a mixture of ghosts reenacting an injured pilot’s trip to the infirmary, randomly dimming lights, and walking under a lot of rock. Anyway, after the tour we walked the castle grounds.
After climbing a huge hill or three, we finally reached the whole reason we came: Dover Castle itself.
…Except at that point, we had all of five minutes to get back to the buses. Se we sadly left the castle without ever getting further than I’m standing. We were the first people back on the bus, so we just waited around inside.
For forty minutes.
Apparently there was some miscommunication. See, our tour guide randomly stopped people and told them the bus was going to leave much later because we arrived so late. Unfortunately, they somehow missed a quarter of the Queen Mary students running around a giant castle. When my little group heard what had happened, we were not pleased, but it’s not like there was anything we could do at that point.
Dover pictures can be found here.
Fast forward a bit and we reached Canterbury. The tour guides essentially steered us away from where the bus parked and into the touristy part of town, letting us loose to tell two stories each along the way to and from the church. After making a few quick plans and watching a baby rock out to a local band, we decided to go to the cathedral.
When we got to the cathedral’s ticket booth, we were told all tickets were discounted from whatever to £6. Hooray! But the cathedral itself is off limits due to construction. D: We still got to explore the exterior and the vaults or catacombs or whatever, which was pretty cool. Still, this was one famous cathedral I didn’t get to enter.
Canterbury pictures can be found here.
After wandering around for a while, drinking (and spilling) tea, and buying gummy dolphins (they taste like guilt and tuna), we returned to London, telling two stories each along the way.
Not really. The designated author got lazy and stopped the whole thing well before fulfilling even a quarter of his original idea.