I saw London, I saw France…however, I did not see anyone’s underpants!
The skies were clear enough on Saturday as we stood on the White Cliffs in Dover to see France. So while I have not touched French soil, I can at least say I have seen it.
The path along the cliffs was lined with wildflowers, making the view truly spectacular. Cute elderly couples were holding hands walking along the narrow path enjoying the view. Maybe someday I too will return to this spot and be holding hands with a cute old man with gray hair, spectacles and a cane.
After standing on the breezy edge of England, we toured the Dover Castle. As part of our tour, we traveled the underground tunnels of the hospital. I didn’t like that so much. If you are claustrophobic, don’t go. Though it was cool to see the hospital beds and set up of an underground hospital from War World II, I was scared I was running out of oxygen 150 feet below the surface. And, there were two more levels below us! I needed a canary to go down before me…
For such a small little town, it has a rich history. Though I don’t want to get into that. I will say, if you are a history buff: GO! Or, if you enjoy a beautiful view of the ocean and some great sea food, you will enjoy it, too! Just make sure you have a wind-breaker.
When we exited the train back in London, there was an overwhelmingly large group of black men crowded in the train station. Police had a section blocked off and TV crews were jammed together inside the roped-off area. Of course I was curious and HAD to know what was going on.
After asking several people who refused to answer me, one kind gentleman informed me the president of Congo had just arrived! Maybe it’s a sign I’ll see more famous people soon…
Dover was rather relaxing, a great place for sightseeing, but I have a feeling my weekend will be more upbeat. At the break of dawn tomorrow we are heading for Edinburgh, Scotland. Expect another blog post Sunday (after I write two papers…yuck! Wouldn’t it be great to travel the world without any work?).