I found myself up and wide awake at 7AM today. Assuredly well rested, but still reeling from an 11 hour flight and subsequent time change. We landed at Heathrow yesterday with Tim picking us up in his “me” car. Had I known just how far Tim had to drive to pick us up, I probably would have taken the tube from the airport to Kings Cross. Poor Tim, he always seems to stay up past 6AM, and on a Tuesday of all days, has to wake up early and drive 2.5 hours round trip to pick up his lame Cali friends from the airport.
Just outside of the terminal, I was reminded why I came to the U.K. The weather is fantastic! Just bitter cold! The drive from Heathrow to Cambridge was nice enough. When we arrived the first order of business was finding a nice establishment for a proper sit down meal. I was looking and feeling haggard from the flight. I only managed to get an hours rest. Tim being a local to Cambridge, managed to find us a quaint little cafe that served the best food. Following this, Tim took Desi and I on a brief walking tour of his posh university town. I immediately fell in love with the grand architecture of Kings and Christs colleges. I was exceedingly glad to have come to Cambridge and catch a glimpse of where many scholars have attended. After the brief tour Tim led us back to his home to rest up before work. This 2 hour period was the worst part of the day by far. I had to fight the urge to sleep, because we’d be heading back into the city center later. I spent the time reading up on Cambridge in my touristy guide book. Learning facts about the oldest buildings (from 1442 AD).
UPDATE: So I’ve since returned from England. I had so much trouble finding Internet Access in London that I haven’t updated since my return. I do, however want to recount my days and evenings spent there mainly because there we so moving.
The evening in Cambridge was spent mainly in Pubs. Defintly the best night life of our trip was spent in Caimbridge of all places.
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