Day One - Arrival
Wednesday, Feb 2.
The flight over was just about as great as a full day of travelling can be. I flew from LA to Vegas, then straight on to Manchester. The second leg was 9 hours, 40 min, but the airline I flew with, bmi (British Midlands International) treated coach travellers like royalty, so it was all very comfortable. I had the added great luck to have a row to myself. Score!
Matt and Sharon picked me up at the Manchester airport and the next few hours are a surreal blur of Sharon driving with one hand holding a cigarette out the window with the other, and her quaint little english way of calling all the other drivers who caught her attention "twat". It would be hours before I understood another word she said. Ok, not really... I caught words here and there.
We stopped at a pub for lunch and had fish and chips by a fire. I had been awake for about 24 hours, so my memory is a little foggy. We next went to a little town called Castleton, where I was accosted by a junkshop-owner. He accosts everyone who comes in - it's sort of a running patter he does in his little store. He offered Sharon and I full body cavity searches while wearing gloves that appeared to be designed for wear during heavy labor in the arctic.
Castleton:
Then we took a drive through the Peak District (national forest), which is where much of /The Princess Bride/ was filmed. We saw "The Cliffs of Insanity" and the hill that they tumbled down while saying "as youuu wiiiiiish", among other sites. MUCH of it looked exactly like this:
The flight over was just about as great as a full day of travelling can be. I flew from LA to Vegas, then straight on to Manchester. The second leg was 9 hours, 40 min, but the airline I flew with, bmi (British Midlands International) treated coach travellers like royalty, so it was all very comfortable. I had the added great luck to have a row to myself. Score!
Matt and Sharon picked me up at the Manchester airport and the next few hours are a surreal blur of Sharon driving with one hand holding a cigarette out the window with the other, and her quaint little english way of calling all the other drivers who caught her attention "twat". It would be hours before I understood another word she said. Ok, not really... I caught words here and there.
We stopped at a pub for lunch and had fish and chips by a fire. I had been awake for about 24 hours, so my memory is a little foggy. We next went to a little town called Castleton, where I was accosted by a junkshop-owner. He accosts everyone who comes in - it's sort of a running patter he does in his little store. He offered Sharon and I full body cavity searches while wearing gloves that appeared to be designed for wear during heavy labor in the arctic.
Castleton:
Then we took a drive through the Peak District (national forest), which is where much of /The Princess Bride/ was filmed. We saw "The Cliffs of Insanity" and the hill that they tumbled down while saying "as youuu wiiiiiish", among other sites. MUCH of it looked exactly like this:
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