Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Cotswolds

Our group took a nice tour of the Cotswolds today. For those of you who don't know, or those of you too lazy to run an Internet search, the Cotswolds refers to a range of mountains in the west of England. It's only about 9 km from Cheltenham (maybe less, but I'm not sure where they officially begin), and the villages are very similar to the town in Hot Fuzz.


There are lots of little houses like these made out of a honey-coloured limestone called - of all things - Cotswold stone. Very original, I know, but the uniformity of the buildings looks beautiful in a way completely tarnished by the creepy developments of Suburbia. Well... the 'burbs are ok with Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, and the ice sculptures, of course. Seriously, though, I don't think I'd mind the close-living and similarity of the buildings if they all looked like this. These two have thatched roofs, but many were slate, and almost all of the residential houses had little, overflowing gardens pushing out of every free space.

A lot of the buildings date back to Jacobin England, and many were wood frames. I didn't snap any pictures of them, unfortunately, but I did get a few of the more elaborate stone structures:



This is a church of some sort, I think. Honestly, I didn't really take the time to figure it out. We had to get back on our bus, and I wanted a photo of the various towers and arches before leaving. Like all of these first few photos, it was taken in Broadway, a nice little tourist destination in the middle of sheep pastures and yellow rapeseed fields.







If you care to zoom in, this building has a really nice cover of ivy and shrubbery (quote Monty Python and die; I've heard quite enough of that today) formations. Also, the houses on the left show off that Cotswold stone I was telling you about.







Matt, Chad, Gager, Laura, and I stopped here - Tisane's Tearooms - for a snack. It's on the high street, across from the fruit seller, and between two postcard / novelty shops if you ever get a chance to visit. The prices were great (compared to every other tea house menu we inspected), and we had a lovely server who took pity on some poor Americans who were a little lax in their tea-time etiquette.





Three other girls from E-town joined us, and we got to know a few of our fellow study abroad students. Check out that spread - and I don't think anybody paid more than £2.







We drove through Chipping Campden, an old wool-trading town with a pillory set up in the middle. Again, no pictures because we were on the bus. Oh, and here's a fun trivia bit: chipping is (or comes from?) the Anglo-Saxon word for market.

Anyways, we drove down to Bourton-on-the-Water and finished our excursion there. The river Windrush runs right through the middle of town, and the whole thing is connected by a series of foot-bridges and alleys. Only about 1/3 of the town (that we explored) was car-accessible.

(That was a nice change of pace, let me tell you. The Monty Python quoting faction of our group seems bound and determined to either die crossing the street or simply keel over because they forgot to breathe. I am not a fan, ladies and gentlemen. Not at all.)

The five of us had a really nice (and affordable, but we're students, so I guess that goes without saying) lunch at a restaurant called Vernne's (I think). I should really start writing down names and dates, otherwise the whole point of this "travel blog" is going to fizzle out. The sandwiches were a great value, and we split a couple orders of chips between us. It's the closest thing to pub food I've had so far, so huzzah!



And, of course, no trip to the Hot Fuzz region is complete without a tour of a model village. In retrospect, I should have done more to ensure the scale of the buildings came out, but you can trust me that they're a 1/10 replica of the town centre. I'll see if I can't get a photo from Matt - he got a nice one featuring my foot and a model car.





Oh! I found a Vanessa atalanta perched on one of the rooftops. You don't think a dead relative is trying to speak to me, do you? Either way, it struck me as an excellent memento mori, so I took a photo. Personally, I'm not sure if I believe Brian Boyd's theories on the butterflies in Pale Fire, but that's a discussion for another day. Bring it up sometime, but only if you've read the book.



With any luck, the rain will hold off again tomorrow so I can take my camera on a walk around the town. I'd love to show you all the building where I'll have classes and some of the churches - they're really gorgeous.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Alive and well!

As the title implies, I made it over here just fine. I'm in a lab computer for our daily email regime, but they tell me the Internet in our building will start working some time this evening. I'll write a nicer entry then, hopefully with some pictures.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Ad augusta per angusta

"Through trial to triumph" just became the theme of my upcoming semester abroad. The goal: to do as much as possible with very little money. The (most likely) outcome: I can't afford books next semester and I begin to haunt the library full-time.

So, if you haven't figured it out, I'm going to England on Wednesday. I'm Short-Round on crack excited about this - Chewie on catnip, even - but that's not why I started this post. I really just wanted to thank all of my friends for giving me a great weekend.

I drove down to MC on Friday afternoon, spent the evening with Lisbit watching The Life of Brian, eating white pizza a la Ray, and we had a nice, long talk (or three). Saturday consisted of a House marathon, a dinner party, and Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. I would love to tell you that we roasted Keanu Reeves mercilessly, but really, our whole group just sat and watched the "truly bogus" events unfold. Keanu gives the best performance of his career, and everyone loses braincells for the effort. I have a few new theories about The Matrix (Excellent Adventure also features spooky old guys in black trench coats, sunglasses, and technologically advanced phone booths), but that's it.

So thank you, everyone. I had a "truly excellent" time this weekend. Stay in contact: leave me comments, write me letters, send emails, get on AIM.

I'm driving home today, finishing that tedious chore called "packing," and then that's it. In a plane, in an airport, in a new country. I'm so excited!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Rimrock Hike

I'm not sure this counts as "travelling," since the lovely Rimrock is only 30 minutes from my house, but what the hell. I don't have anything better to do, do I? (Hint: no, I do not.)

We (read: Brice and I) took the wrong access road, so we had a quick detour to Jake's Rocks, but then we made our way back to the main road. A few more minutes, and wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. We were there!

We hiked around, Brice looked for some good places to anchor his gear, and our explorations culminated in a game of "lava" - aka mountain goat academy. Saying I lost would be an understatment, he's like a little monkey-thing. He did some rappelling and a couple of free climbs, I snapped some photos, and we explored a very small cave by cell phone light.

I'll spare you all the details, because if you're ever in Warren County I can take you on the tour first-hand. So really... this post is just an excuse for pictures. They're all of Brice doing fun things while I figured out the features on my new camera, but I think they're share-worthy.



Brice trying to anchor his ropes to the edge of the cliff.


Having fun on the short wall because his rope wasn't long enough for the tall cliff. Pobrecito.