Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tons of beggars EVERYWHERE.
We saw a crazy street performer juggling a chain saw.
A cafe tried to rip Claire, Vic, and Jess off. luckily we caught it.
ps. photo credit - Claire Pingree
Staley and I stayed up until 5 AM on Monday night working on our British History and Politics timeline (I hope Professor Cooper doesn’t see this). It was quite the test of endurance as we worked for hours and hours. It was a painful reality to hear birds chirping and the first signs of the sun outside as we trudged up to bed.
Speaking of birds, it has been a really uncomfortable experience being in a place where I don’t recognize most of the birds or their calls. I took a bio class last year that required us to identify and memorize tons of birds from North America. Ever since that class I have had a special little connection with my winged friends, but it’s hard to connect with foreign birds that I don’t recognize.
I need to invest in a European bird book.
Megan’s goal before leaving England: drop kick a pigeon.
The other day we found a flock (gaggle? herd?) of swans on the Avon River in Stratford.
There is one bird that I recognize (besides the pigeons, geese, ducks, etc) here that flocks to Hyde Park like children to a pinata. It’s called a European Starling.(see below)
These kicks will run, let’s have some fun, here in London town!”
(our pump up cheer before each run)
The other day we ran near Harrods and a whole bus full of tourists got an eye full of our full fledged cheer in the middle of the sidewalk.
Yesterday we took a run after class and decided to change up our normal route. We started running down towards Portabello and went over into the Notting Hill area.
Somehow we got lost and ended up asking some locals for directions for how to get back. We ran up Notting Hill and thought of our runs up to the temple in Provo. Luckily the hills here are dinky so it wasn’t too bad!
Some comments we received while running through the neighborhoods:
“Good day ladies, you’re doing great!”
“Hello ladies, can we join you?”
“Can we come and run with you!”
and the best of all:
-A small British girl in full uniform at recess.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
The Musophobe aka Megan
Well, after a refreshing night of sleep at our cozy hostile that smelled like burnt broccoli, we drove to Glastonbury. Here we saw the supposed burial place of King Arthur and Guinnevere. I was really disappointed to find out that most of the things we have heard about King Arthur are false and pretty much created for entertainment. As Katherine Heigl says in 27 Dresses,
“I feel like I just found out my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.”
A monk guided us around the Glastonbury Cathedral ruins and told us about different saints that were associated with the cathedral. We snuck off from the group for a few minutes when they went into the kitchen and frolicked in a little garden and orchard for a few.
Afterwards we walked through the town to walk up towards the Tor, a tower on top of the hill in the town. As we walked through the town we quickly realized what an... interesting(?)...place it was. There were shops all over with names like
And they weren’t cool witch shops like you might see in Harry Potter.
These were slightly scary witch shops that were your straight-up black cauldron, lady with long scraggly hair, long black dress, warty witch shops. I was scared to take a picture of this car out of fear that the witch that owned it would curse me for defiling her possession.
We took a hike up to the top of the Tor, which turned out to be a lot more steep than any of us expected.
The view from the top was INCREDIBLE!!
After we finished taking pictures it started to rain (talk about good timing, maybe the witch actually cursed us with good timing for taking a picture of her car because she knew it would make it onto our sweet blog) so we journeyed back down in the rain.
I have no idea why this was, but I hardly saw any adults or girls while we were out.
All of us were overcome with glad tidings of great joy as the ocean came into view on the bus. We had some of the best Italian food I’ve ever had at a restaurant that night and journeyed up onto the small cliffs for some epic pics!
Rugman ran the hostile where we stayed.
He acquired this name because of his hair, which is one (yes, one GIANT) dreadlock that ran all the way down his back. It looked more like a beaver tail to me.
It was hard falling asleep knowing that he had probably made my bed. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of critters were in bed with me.
Mom, you would’ve died haha