Stonehenge

            Today was Stonehenge day. We had to get up early to catch the bus, so Kyle got “breakfast” at Victoria station: cheddar and onion crisps and some weird “Indian” salt and vinegar curly snacks). We got in line for our tour, with some American twit complaining about the amount of tourists in London (Um…that would include you, dear. And you’re joining a tour group…). The bus ride to Stonehenge took a couple of hours. Kyle fell asleep (Kyle: Anything interesting on the way to Stonehenge? Ann: It looked like Ohio with more sheep. Kyle: Is that a technical term?”). When we arrived, we saw its two signature animals: crows and sheep. It was even more cold and blustery/rainy than in London. I got my audio tour unit, which malfunctioned, but I kept it held up to my ear because the wind was hurting it. I was literally blown around the path. Despite this, it was an amazing experience seeing Stonehenge and the ancient burial mounds behind. And I don’t think I missed much with the audio tour, the gist of which seemed to be, “Why did they build it? Who knows!?”

            We retreated to the gift shop, looking at the stuffed ‘black crazy sheep’ and Stonehenge snow globes (or, as I newly dubbed them, ‘water balls’). When the time came for us to get back to the bus, we boarded and made the return trip to London.

            When we got back, we took the tube to the hotel, Kyle took a shower (no hot water this morning), and I started to print out the map and tickets for the bus to Liverpool, as, woo hoo, we have managed time to do it and Kyle’s friend Jenny will put us up. We threw together overnight bags and went back to Victoria station to catch the bus. Kyle got some weird chicken, mayo, and stuffing sandwich and prawn chips.

            We are now on a bus to Liverpool. It is really jerky, but all in all, we’re good.