When’st forth twice upon the last full moon, I have acquainted mine being with the outstretched of the British Isles. I bestowed my presence upon the mere villagers of an outskirt town, beknown as “Hastings”. Traceable along the coasts of the former, I rested at various points of interest regarding my studies.
On a more proper note, I’d be most pleased with exclaiming the following:
Over the Fence
Two weeks ago we traveled to Hastings, a city on the west coast of England. Obviously this opportunity allowed us to visit some more interesting places. The first two days from the Sunday we started on however were primarily a bus drive, saturated only by travelling by ferry from Calais to Dover, which didn’t amount to much partially because we were still quite tired. Arriving in England, our first stop was Canterbury, and its famous cathedral. In tune with the restored European streets the urban areas present themselves through both old and tiny streets, or as our peers of age would say “classic” style. Comparable to that is its Cathedral, which most distinctly presented itself with framed trivia of the church’s history. Our last stop that day were, obviously, our host families. They mostly minded their own business, main provisions by them being breakfast and light dinner.
Under the Radar
The next day, that being Tuesday, we visited London’s Science Museum, going through a myriad of metro tunnels and countless stairs. One thing that stuck out especially was that the entire town was under CCTV surveillance, the only bigger “holes” I’ve seen being the unfinished O² Stadiums parking lot (which we parked on). In ignorance of this we marched through the previously mentioned Museum, taking notes especially regarding really outdated machinery, including the oldest wheel based engine in known history, as well as the slowest technically functional elevator in known history. Surprisingly Leicester Square was close enough to warrant stopping there, resulting in us sitting around for two hours straight with the biggest relief being a McDonald’s close by, and the lenses of a whopping 5 CCTV’s in what was just half the actual square. Our final destination was the London Eye, which I cant really say anything about because the essential parts, that being height, view and the water below has been iterated upon over a hundred times, and can at most express how sad I am for having missed the London Dungeon, genuinely being situated directly in front of the Eye. The return to the bus was, while utilizing a close by ferry service rather tiring.
Wednesday, we took a trip to Beachy Head, situated at the southern coastline. The main attraction was the lengthy cliff, stretching beyond what I could visibly see, however that is in part caused by the hilly terrain eventually blocking sight entirely. As one might expect of what Is basically just a hill by the water, this day wasn’t too eventful. Notable however was a tiny lighthouse that got backhanded by gentrification, literally featuring a panoramic balcony half the size of the actual tower. Nearby lies the town of Brighton, which while supposedly only a stop, turned itself upside-down when I met the world-famous “Mongraal”, who even took me on one of his lavish shopping tours. Eventually however we took off back to Hastings though, but I will never forget this incredible encounter.
The Long Road Home
On the last day in England, the bus drive gave to me: a quick extended stop at the local Cricket Stadium, or rather, half a kilometer off-site with an uphill road to combat. But it got better: The Instructor´s first circlejerk on throwing, only to tell us that the actual game is literally just a pushover version of Brennball. Lucky for it though the former can be quite enjoyable, so the last bit was exactly that, but me being mad about it 3 weeks later should tell you all you’d need to know without even thinking about what I actually wrote. Salvation came upon us only when we got some free time in the central business district of Hastings, since our bus drivers are legally required to sleep 9 hours before driving for extended periods of time. When we finally drove home, the same problems occurred that we happened upon during the trip here, that being aloof neighbors and general room constraints.
T’was, for the lack of better words, a great trip. Though it could have been so much more, primarily limited by its inflexible timetables and bus-based problems that occur so often Im surprised the concept isn’t protected from Copyright.
By Adrian and Friedrich