Holiday in Cambridge, Day 1
Jun. 24th, 2006 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartOkay, these will be extremely long entries, I'm afraid, so that's why I'm putting them behind the tag. Nothing evil there, just being considerate towards the people on my friendslist.
Anyway, as you know Mum and I went to Cambridge, with the express purpose on my side to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
altariel1 and the_wild_iris, not to mention Cambridge, which is beautiful. It was a journey where I got all I had hoped for and more, but boy, the way there was arduous!
We've tried everything in our power to avoid flying, as you might now. It didn't work. So, on Monday, which was June 19, we boarded a plane on Ferihegy 1, and the horrors started. I think it's no news to anyone who's at least spoken to me once that I'm deadly afraid of flying. It's a very unnatural thing for a human being to do, you know. If God had intended for us to fly, we'd have wings, right?
Yep, I know Dr. McCoy said similar things about beaming in Star Trek. Which still doesn't mean he wasn't right, you know? But I digress.
Aside from the flying itself, I've panicked about finding two neigbouring seats on the plane (on EasyJet, you don't have numbered seats), about finding the ticket office in Luton for the coach to Cambridge (which I did, including a very friendly young man behind the desk, who had endless patience with the hysterical foreign lady), about finding our B&B once we arrived in Cambridge, about having accommodations at all, as I still don't trust this wacky Internet booking business, about... well, about just everything. I'm a panick-y sort of person, and the older I get, the worse it is getting, too.
Fortunately, everything went very smoothly. Our B&B was a pretty place, the lady who owns it incredibly friendly, and we loved just everything, including the small towns and villages we got to see during our coach ride from Luton to Cambridge.
Shortly after our arrival,altariel1 arrived, too, and it was a very happy reunion, finally getting to meet in person, after six years or so of online friendship. We went to a lovely little café, the name of which I have shamefully forgotten, where they sell books, too, and people read, drink, chat, play board games - or even sleep in a corner. It was very funny, Mum loved it.
A little laterthe_wild_iris joined us, and we launched into long and energetic discussions about writing in general, Tolkien, Babylon 5, Star Trek, Buffy, Angel, Brother Cadfael, the Prydain Chronicles and a lot of other topics. Oh it was so wonderful to finally meet people who share my little personal obsessions!
When Mum was getting glassy eyes from all the chat she didn't understand a word of, poor dear, we went into town and across a lot of beautiful colleges, churches and other wondrous places. As a first impression, all that beauty was truly overwhelming, Mum and I could barely sleep in the first night because of all the excitement.
Also, I got the fifth chapter of The Prydain Chronicles fromthe_wild_iris, so that now I have the entire series together. I just hope they'll reprint the later books, too, the ones I've never seen so far. *rubs hands gleefully*
Okay, there'll be more tomorrow, there's more than 30°C over here still, and my brain cells are completely fused - such as I have to begin with. *g*
Anyway, as you know Mum and I went to Cambridge, with the express purpose on my side to see
altariel1 and the_wild_iris, not to mention Cambridge, which is beautiful. It was a journey where I got all I had hoped for and more, but boy, the way there was arduous!We've tried everything in our power to avoid flying, as you might now. It didn't work. So, on Monday, which was June 19, we boarded a plane on Ferihegy 1, and the horrors started. I think it's no news to anyone who's at least spoken to me once that I'm deadly afraid of flying. It's a very unnatural thing for a human being to do, you know. If God had intended for us to fly, we'd have wings, right?
Yep, I know Dr. McCoy said similar things about beaming in Star Trek. Which still doesn't mean he wasn't right, you know? But I digress.
Aside from the flying itself, I've panicked about finding two neigbouring seats on the plane (on EasyJet, you don't have numbered seats), about finding the ticket office in Luton for the coach to Cambridge (which I did, including a very friendly young man behind the desk, who had endless patience with the hysterical foreign lady), about finding our B&B once we arrived in Cambridge, about having accommodations at all, as I still don't trust this wacky Internet booking business, about... well, about just everything. I'm a panick-y sort of person, and the older I get, the worse it is getting, too.
Fortunately, everything went very smoothly. Our B&B was a pretty place, the lady who owns it incredibly friendly, and we loved just everything, including the small towns and villages we got to see during our coach ride from Luton to Cambridge.
Shortly after our arrival,
altariel1 arrived, too, and it was a very happy reunion, finally getting to meet in person, after six years or so of online friendship. We went to a lovely little café, the name of which I have shamefully forgotten, where they sell books, too, and people read, drink, chat, play board games - or even sleep in a corner. It was very funny, Mum loved it.A little later
the_wild_iris joined us, and we launched into long and energetic discussions about writing in general, Tolkien, Babylon 5, Star Trek, Buffy, Angel, Brother Cadfael, the Prydain Chronicles and a lot of other topics. Oh it was so wonderful to finally meet people who share my little personal obsessions!When Mum was getting glassy eyes from all the chat she didn't understand a word of, poor dear, we went into town and across a lot of beautiful colleges, churches and other wondrous places. As a first impression, all that beauty was truly overwhelming, Mum and I could barely sleep in the first night because of all the excitement.
Also, I got the fifth chapter of The Prydain Chronicles from
the_wild_iris, so that now I have the entire series together. I just hope they'll reprint the later books, too, the ones I've never seen so far. *rubs hands gleefully*Okay, there'll be more tomorrow, there's more than 30°C over here still, and my brain cells are completely fused - such as I have to begin with. *g*
