Tuesday July 27th, 2010
Well no photo shoot today. We woke up and sort of lounged around thinking we’d have the day for the shoot but ended up FINALLY getting ahold of our photographer who admitted he’d forgotten to change our date. So we’ll be doing the pictures tomorrow. That’s fine but it sort of shifted our schedule.
Nonetheless after wandering around Canterbury again, looking for the ruins of the St. Augustine Abbey, we came back, talked to Russ on the phone and then made our way to Dover.
We wanted to do the cliffs but couldn’t’ figure out how to get there, however we did do the Roman Painted house and the Dover Castle.
First the House:
Very quaint. Quiet, nobody in there. Nice old lady at the front desk who thought we didn’t speak English. I suppose that’s a plus but then again maybe it’s bad. Who knows.
The Roman Painted House is this fairly mid-sized, with the archaelogical ruins in the middle of the building. It was really cool. The painted walls are amazingly intact for a building that was made over 2000 years ago and the Roman fort wall that was left intact is really impressive. There was a lot of good info about the original dig and the stuff they found. We were actually able to touch the stuff but no pictures. So we bought the tour guide. I loved being able to put my hands on something that ancient people, Roman soldiers! may have touched.
Then we made our ungodly trek up the hills of Dover to the Castle. Oh my fucking god that was a harsh walk. Seriously the castle is located at about a million miles above sea level so it was entirely up hill. I mean we could have taken a bus but apparently we’re too cool for that so we walked it. Oh brother.
Nonetheless. Once we got up there, we did a mini-tour of the Wartime Tunnels, had a traditional English Tea Time, with scones, clotted cream, strawberry jam and Early Grey tea and then we hiked some more up the to the Castle proper. It was amazing. We took a load of pictures, found some weird hidey-holes in the Great Tower and I pretended to be back in medieval England. Grand time there.
After that we made our way back ‘home’ and decided that it was a damn shame that we hadn’t had a SINGLE pint since we woke up. Well we made up for that. Dinner at the Marlowe Café with a Tiger and a Kronenburg. Then it was off to the Café Belge where we got some proper beer. A Duvel and a Westmalle Triple. The poor waitress was apparently alone so she was sort of pissed that we only wanted beer (I mean isn’t the fact that we weren’t ordering food a plus, right?) but she made up for it by giving us free glasses of Bush Zalides(?) a 12% ale that tasted like pineapples.
Harsh harsh buzz there, I was so drunk it hurt. Had to come back to the B&B to take contacts out and put on glasses so I could see to walk down the street. Made it back to The Unicorn and had a helluva lotta beer. Found my favourite English beer so far, Crabbies, an alcoholic ginger beer. We sat outside in the beer garden and talked about our hereditary awesomeness and accents and then we stumbled back to have a nightcap at the B&B. Jason got a Spitfire and I got a Henney’s, an English cider that tasted just like a green apple jolly rancher.
Today was pretty vanilla in sightseeing terms, but we hardcored the tourist aspect of the day with all the pictures we took.
Tomorrow will be our ‘slow’ day, what with the wedding pictures and all, but it should still be fairly exciting.
Catch you later!
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