Road tripping to the southwest of England. Hopped in the car (Nora), and with the help of GPS with a sexy voice (Brenda), and made it without getting too lost. Cornwall is beautiful area, exactly what I always pictured England to be like. Rolling hills lined with hedgerows, cris crossed by tiny lanes that wind their way through gullies and thickets of trees. Its a quaint, simple world out there. They had no idea what havoc Alex and I would unleash. We snuck into the back doors of Cathedrals to escape the fee, we pulled Jedi mind tricks on poor camp site owners, we finagled free tea and even got paid to dine on a huge cream tea feast. Our camping trip lasted 8 nights, and it rained practically the entire time. England. We checked out Bath, a pristine city full of Georgian architecture, highlighted by the kitchen museum and Sally Lunn`s hot buns. On to Camelot and the most beautiful sunset. On the way we stopped at copious quantities of castles, all in different states of ruin. We partook in a plethora of Cornish pasty`s, cream tea`s, and fudge. I had my first proper fish and chips, sitting in a fogged up car in a torrential downpour, the only way to enjoy that amount of vinegar. Down near lands end, we toured the island castle of St. Michael`s Mount, where I got yelled at for taking pictures. Finally, in Devon on the way back, the highlight of the trip was a night in the hamlet of BEER. The coup de grace was the Donkey Sanctuary we happened upon, they do good work there, for a unappreciated cause, I pledge to spread the word. Finally, a quick stop outside of some big rocks that some druids erected a while back, and we were safely back in a warm house in Bury. The tent had been a good home to us, cooking pesto pasta, chili, or stir fry, and drinking the goon. It was a wonderful time. Oh, and I failed in my attempt to capture and devour a real life Cornish game hen, but they do exist, no matter how many people laugh and mock me in my belief! (Alex)
