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2002 European Vacation, Email #6

Hello friends & family!

I hope this note finds you enjoying your Memorial Day.

I suppose that it is still 4am (in Bloomington) and that most of you are sound asleep, so I am the early bird. I should get moving soon… it’s 10:00 here.

Anyway since my last note to you I’ve had a nice and enjoyable couple of days.

Saturday evening I went out to some bar on Old Compton Street and watched the 2002 Eurovision song contest–live from Estonia! It was very enjoyable to watch–Eurovision is some kind of international (European) song contest that 24 different nations participate in (including some non-European Countries: Israel comes mind). Each song is performed and then voting takes place (country by country) and it is all tallied up. A 3 hour long extraordinary event.

At the bar it was hosted by an old drag queen who made appropriately catty remarks about everything that was going on on stage. The audience cheered for the UK (as expected), liked Spain, and really, really, really loved Slovinia because of the transvestite nature of the band. Then it was on for voting and counting the votes–a 30 minute effort in and of itself, during which the satellite gave out twice. OOOpppss… the audience chanted 101 over and over until it was fixed–101 being the code for BBC One television on that particular company’s satellite setup (Sky). It was really amusing watching the crowd be involved in the contest. Naturally, I as an idiotic American had little emotional connection to the contest. I will be buying the CD though today. (I have the 2000 CD already. The German entry in 2000 was AWESOME!!! and the guy standing next to me at the bar had a T-shirt with the key lyric from that song on the front of his t-shirt.)

I’d had the opportunity to watch this at G-A-Y but there was a uk9.00 cover charge. Not worth it to me.

Sunday morning I got up and went to some cafe where I had an enjoyable breakfast and read The Times. It was almost as good as sitting at some cafe in the USA and reading the NYT. It was just so enjoyable and — I dunno — Urbane. I could have more Sunday morning like that–Although the Times cost uk1.20 while the NYT costs $4.75. The Times costs less–although i should factor in the plane ticket and the hotel.

I finished breakfast around 10:30 and wandered off toward Buckingham Palace. Watched the guards change. Wandered some more and got to Victoria Station by mistake… I really wanted Harrods–so I wandered there finding a few embassies along the way (Belgium, someplace, someplace, Germany, and Lestho (sp?). Harrods was closed on Sunday.

SO I grabbed the tube and went to the Museum of London. I highly recommend the Museum of London… It was very interesting and quite well done. About the only bad thing related to the Museum of London was the HORRIBLE entrance. It’s hard to find the entrance… I ended up walking around a few spare blocks even though I was a couple of feet from the stairway.

After that I wandered back to the area near my hotel where I first picked up a movie ticket to see the movie “The Closet.” Then I went to Borders (I know, I know, I know). To be honest, I don’t think Charring Cross Road is so great for books any more… it’s all big bookstore chains. If not Borders, British chains. And let me say–once you’ve been to one Borders, you’ve been to all Borders.

So I went to the movie theater (cinema as they say here) and watched “The Closet” a French film about a str8 guy who pretends to be gay in order to avoid getting fired. Well worth the time–go see it. [And for those of you keeping track, whilst the theater in Carlisle had assigned seating for about 20 people, the big movie theater in London did not and there were probably about 50 people in the audience (it was a smaller facility as well).

The movie had about 10 minutes worth of commercial adverts before the show actually started… The first one I thought was a health advisory thingy–but it turned out to be for some sporting goods store or something like that. I had to ask the gentleman sitting next to me in order to find out.

I had dinner at a small cafe last night– mussels and salmon, plus I got banoffee pie for dessert. Yum!

And here I am….

Time to close and I will chat with y’all later.

Adam

PS- Internet access at 10am costs a whole lot less than internet access at 5pm. When I got on each pound lasted 4 hours. Right now each pound lasts for 48 minutes. I seem to be grandfathered in at the rate I was offered when I logged in.

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2002 European Vacation, Email #5

Howdy everybody-

I am here jotting a quick note before my time expires. Internet access in London is a whole lot more expensive than in Glasgow.

After my last note, I left Cheltenham via bus heading for London. I had a very cheerful and humorous bus driver named Ian–who took the time to tell us about the bus–but not where the bathroom was–more useful information like where the button to lean your seat back was hidden.

I arrived in London at the Victoria Coach Station, walked to the Victoria Train station; got my tube pass and then grabbed a cab to my hotel. Glorious place that it is.

The Hotel is on Glower Street, which is very near the British Museum and a bunch of other interesting places. Upon getting settled I went for a walk, found a grocery store and returned home to eat and take a nap. I then discovered that the British Museum stayed open until 8:30 on Fridays, so I grabbed a shower and headed out.

I saw the Rosetta Stone.

Wow. I really cannot say more here–it was one of the three principle things I wanted to see in Europe, and I saw it.

It was a lot smaller than I expected, but still absolutely positively amazing. That alone makes London worthwhile.

Anyway, much of the Museum was closed (evening thing) and I headed out fairly quickly and wandered randomly around ending up in some pretty well known spots–Charring Cross Road. I even found G-A-Y at the Astoria. It is very close to where I’m staying and I decided that I was going to go to this Gay Club Mecca Friday night. However it was only 8:15 or so and that was a wee bit early. So I went back to my hotel and lay down to watch something that had been recommended by my hosts in Cheltenham.

It was some kind of comedy news quiz show. They were worried that it was going to be filled with inside British humor–but thought I would understand it no matter what. Unfortunately the host of the show had been caught in some kind of sex-drug-prostitute-whatever scandal in the past week (that day?_) and it’d been front page news in the dailies–so they talked and talked and talked about it–he turned red, the contestants made fun of him and they had a jolly old time of it. I didn’t really get that part of the show–I did find the humor about the news amusing.

After that they had an episode of Black Adder on– yeah! I fell asleep.

I wok up… looked at my watch and realized it was now 12:45am.

Ooooops!

G-A-Y was open from 11pm until 4am, but I was too cozy in bed. In bed I stayed. Oh well… The next time I looked at my watch it said 7:00 or something like that, and I was feeling really refreshed.

Ate breakfast and headed out. Took a walk to find the train station where I catch the train on Wednesday. Depending upon how with it I am, it is within walking distance–but I will have my suitcase and backpack with me, so I might opt for a taxi and eliminate the street crossing hassles. (Kings Crossing Thameslink station is well hidden!)

I then took the tube to a random stop on the south side of the Thames, and found a fresh vegetable market. Alas, it was 9:30, so I had a cup of coffee and a smoothie (not simultaneously), and wandered around. Randomly.

Eventually found myself at the Britain during the war museum. — amusing. not really well done, but amusing.

They had smoke machines to help simulate the dust.

Went from there to the Design Museum. Very nicely designed. Very Pretty. Interesting exhibits.

Walked across the London Tower Bridge. Didn’t pay to go in the bridge (per rough guide), but went straight to the Tower of London. I spent 3 hours there–I don’t want to try and describe it right now, but it was awesome! My favorite part was seeing the clothes lines (complete with clothes) within the Tower of London. I didn’t realize there were private residences there!

Wandered some more.. wandered, and here I am.

Writing a quick email.

Hope y’alls having a great weekend!

Brilliant!

Adam

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2002 European Vacation, Email #4

Hi folks!

I’m in Cheltenham Spa, England, right now–having spent the last couple of days traveling, seeing different things (more on that in a bit) and recovering from my cold.

Illness front: I am mostly recovered–still a wee bit stuffed up at times, but in general its not really slowing me down-I’m plugging right along.

Since we last spoke, I have done a number of random things–as I recall I emailed you in the morning of my first day in Edinburgh, but I’m not sure–maybe it was the evening… who knows… it’s not important–I will just try not to be repetitious.

Edinburgh is a great place–I had a really good time (save for the bed, which I remember writing about)–the bed at the b&b was horrible and hot. I was extremely uncomfortable and overheated while asleep. I should have just slept on the floor–probably would have been more comfortable. My second evening in Edinburgh I went to a comedy club to see ten acts for £1. They never bothered to collect my £1–but I was prepared. The performance space was about the size of a bathroom at your local McDonald’s–including the stage and the audience. It was very crowded and very hot–but funny. I, however, got a bit claustrophobic and headed for the door during the first break. The host was funny–the first act was funny–the second act was dumb (and not especially funny) and the third act wasn’t doing a good job… I stopped listening during the third act and wondered if I could make a fast escape out the door without drawing too much attention to myself. I decided to wait–naturally he was the longest act of the bunch.

After I left I went down the street toward my B&B stopping by the “Planet Out” Pub. Noisy. Smokey. “Edinburgh’s #1 Gay Bar.” Small. Monday night was in for a £ and all drinks (except mixed drinks for a £ as well. (in case that doesn’t show, it’s a pound.) I had something to drink, but my ears were still dramatically affected by my cold and I didn’t think I could carry on a conversation with anybody. The only thing I can say is that Edinburgh’s #1 gay bar was smaller than Uncle Elizabeth’s.

Tuesday was a traveling day–I spent the morning wandering around Edinburgh and looking at two local museums. I also wandered by and watched the guards do something at Holyroot (sp?) — the royal residence in Scotland. I couldn’t go in because they were getting ready for the queen’s visit.

I went back to the B&B and took a bus down to the bus “station.” I got to the bus “station” an hour early. It was a street, no benches. So I hopped the first bus to Glasgow instead of waiting for mine and left town. Got to Glasgow, decided I needed to visit the loo– well not at 20 pence for visit, so I opted to get a bite to eat–and discovered that the small cafe in the bus station had a free toilet associated with it. Wahoo!

The next bus ride was somewhat amusing–it was from Glasgow to Carlisle–and shortly after we got really got going our bus driver made some announcements–kind of like a pilot on an airplane–which is somewhat amusing. He even detailed the fact that there was a bathroom in the back of the bus “on the driver’s side!” Anybody who couldn’t tell the difference between the bathroom and the row of three passengers sitting next to the bathroom must have serious issues. Amusingly the announcements on this bus were shorter than on the next bus I took when the driver spent about 15 minutes going over the rules of the bus. Mind you that most people on the bus are about 2x my age and didn’t look like troublemakers.

Buses in England cost about 50% of trains and actually keep a schedule–that’s the general consensus of people I’ve talked to on the bus… and people I’ve talked to who weren’t at the bus station.

Anyway, that bring me to Carlisle–and Hadrian’s Wall:

Rural. Rural. Rural.

As I saw the wall.

As I saw the wall.

There is no Disneyification of Hadrian’s Wall at all. It’s really rather remarkable. I took a bus out to the Roman Army Museum and then had 2 hours before the next bus. I did the museum in about 30 minutes. Any longer and I would have needed to examine each detail in the dioramas in more detail. So I took a walk and went up to explore Hadrian’s Wall–which was really cool. I walked across a sheep pasture and right up to the wall — where I found a couple workmen working on the wall. I walked a distance along the wall and then climbed another wall and into a quarry–which was really rather nice, then back to the museum. Which gave me another half hour before the bus, so I grabbed a bite to eat and a cup of tea before buying a small object.

See my Hadrian’s Wall photos on Flickr.

The bus came along and took me to Houstead’s Fort along the wall. It was AWESOME. I had three hours to explore this spot–it was very very windy and somewhat cold. It also rained sporadically. My explorations of this area took about two hours and upon returned to the starting point. At this point I was worried that I had overlooked something and perhaps could have done more at the wall, but the Canadians who were on the same bus I was on, returned to the base camp about 5 minutes after me, so I didn’t think it was a case of me going too quickly–the bus was just taking its sweet time returning to take me to Carlisle.

The area was really rural. The bus was going down these lanes that were about 1.5 car widths and zipping right along. Every so often it would slam on its brakes and pass a car going the other direction. We passed a B&B called the “Golden Fleece.”

The next day (Thursday) brought me to Cheltenham… which is really a charming city. My lovely hosts took me to a rural pub/restaurant called “The Green Dragon.” It was awesome… I had three pints of a British Ale–Hoops (I think) and was pleasantly not sober very quickly. I’ll babble about this in another email later.

Anyway, time for random asides:

  1. I met a guy at the Glasgow bus station who had traveled from somewhere in Wales to meet a girl he’d met on a national personals phone line in Edinburgh a few weeks before. They were now boyfriend and girlfriend 🙂
  2. Newspapers here continue to amaze me at how much they editorialize the news as they are reporting it. I haven’t really read the broadsheets, but the tabloids make no pretense of objectivity. It’s like reading the National Enquirer, but it’s all true!
  3. V. Graham Norton has a late night talk show on Channel 4 here that is absolutely, positively the funniest talk show I have ever seen on television. Two nights ago he had Joan Collins on his show, and he brought up that ancient television show, Dynasty–which was before my time, but as people may bother to recall was set in Denver. So Norton had taken the time to find out that there were two Joan Collins who live in Denver. He called one of them… the famous Joan Collins pointed out that the other Joan Collins was probably at work, but she happened to answer the phone, and Norton (without saying who he was or what he was doing, etc…) asked Collins 2 if she wanted to talk to Collins 1. This led to a very predictable guarded American response that ultimately ended up with the Denver Joan Collins saying “Fuck You!” and hanging up the phone.
  4. I went to see the Hugh Grant movie, “About the Boy” at a movie theater in Carlisle my first night here. I got there at 6:21 for a 6:20 showing… no problem, she was willing to sell me a ticket… She then asked me where I wanted to sit! They had reserved seating in this theatre… She gave me a seat by the door. So I go in, sit down in a seat (it was kind of dark) and once it got light I got up and moved to a better seat. They had reserved seats for a movie that had about 20 people watching.
  5. In Edinburgh I stopped by a post office to buy stamps. It was also a Welfare office dispensing place–When I asked the guy for stamps he had to go searching for the stamps.
  6. Showers here have too many knobs and features–I’m still not sure how last night’s shower worked–nor the one in Carlisle. I think one knob adjusts pressure and another adjusts temperature, but in Carlisle both knobs were somehow affecting the temperature. Last night’s was a similar problem only I could either get boiling hot or freezing cold.
  7. In Edinburgh and Carlisle it was still light out at 10pm–and it has been light long before I’ve woken up every time. It’s really cool–and opposite of what I experienced in November when it was pitch black at 5pm.
  8. Hadrian’s Wall bus timetable warned that if Housesteads was close because of Mad Cow that it would go to a different stop. *MAD COW*?! 🙂 interesting warning to put on the tourist sheets…. not that it really made me that scared.
  9. They are doing sobriety testing in Scotland now (e.g. Walking the line, counting backwards, touching your nose) by the side of the road. Except the ads on TV say that in America we do it for drug testing. it’s difficult to describe here, but the ads warning Scots about this featured US police having stopped drivers. Clearly it was drunk driving tests… but it was odd, I don’t know how to describe this… so this may be a pointless part of my email.

Anyway, enough babbling… will write more later!

Adam

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Closing Thoughts, Things I learned

Things I Learned

If you want to type the “£” symbol on the US/Windows keyboard, you need to dig out the old ASCII codes… £ is ALT-0163 for those of you who are curious. (Use the key pad numbers, not the numbers above the regular keys.) For those that do not understand this suggestion, try using the character map–in Windows normally Start > Programs > Accessories > System Tools > Character Map; also accessible internally from most word processors.

I use Yahoo! to convert money, like US$ to GB£.

FlyerTalk.Com continues to amaze me. I’m amazed that these people let me read their comments, let alone occasionally post questions and comments of my own. Interesting London Threads I read while preparing included “London During The Week From H#$*,” a charming post by MEX1K.

Theatre Thoughts

After doing some searching on the London Theatre Guide, MT and I settled on two different plays: Fucking Games and The Royal Family. You can guess who picked which one.

There were 58 plays on the stage during the three days we were in London–a wide range of choices, including the Vagina Monologues (a play that has caused a stir in Bloomington with the billboards that promoted the play’s November 2001 performance), and The Complete History of the US (abridged).

Booking tickets for Fucking Games was very straight forward and easy to understand. The London Theatre Guide pushed me onto the Royal Court Theatre’s web site and from there it was easy.

Tickets for The Royal Family was significantly more difficult. At first I started by using the London Theatre Guide’s ticket purchasing mechanism–that mechanism limited me to £37.50 tickets. I tried another search engine, which also limited me to £37.50 tickets, along with an expensive per ticket surcharge of something like £6 or £9. I forget what site that was, I didn’t go back or bookmark it. At the last second I searched Google for “Theatre Royal Haymarket” and then I went directly to the theatre’s web site, which then directed me to Ticketmaster/UK. That particular ticket search actually allowed me to search for the lower priced tickets, and we opted for the £25/ticket seats (Section Upper, Row E, Seats 9 to 8 — to be exact), with a £4 service fee for the order, not per ticket.

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Random British Photos

A warning for burglars.

A warning for burglars.

Something for my statistics students.

Something for my statistics students.

no comment.

no comment.

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Cheltenham Photos

Before we left Cheltenham I went looking for some newspapers to read on the bus.  Along the way I spotted Starbucks--my first one in England.  London proved to have many more.

Before we left Cheltenham I went looking for some newspapers to read on the bus. Along the way I spotted Starbucks--my first one in England. London proved to have many more.

I have no idea what this art is supposed to represented (perhaps somebody will explain it to me), but I thought it was neat, so I took a picture.

I have no idea what this art is supposed to represented (perhaps somebody will explain it to me), but I thought it was neat, so I took a picture.

And with that we were done with Cheltenham. We boarded the bus to London - a three hour ride.

And with that we were done with Cheltenham. We boarded the bus to London - a three hour ride.

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Tuesday before Thanksgiving

  • We woke up and took the coach from Cheltenham Spa to London’s Victoria Coach Station. From there we took ourselves and our stuff to the Aarden Hotel (see hotel photos). This was the base of our visit to London for the remaining three days. The Aarden Hotel was very close to the bus station–the man at the information desk told us it was going to be a 15 minute walk. In reality, it would have been 15 minutes if a traffic accident had happened in the middle of the street between us and the hotel and we’d been forced to walk around several extra blocks to get there.

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  • We took advantage of Rail Europe prices before leaving for the UK to purchase Tube Passes, a one day pass for River Thames cruises, and a Gatwick Express pass so we could get to the airport on Friday.
  • After getting to the hotel and getting ourselves situated, we headed to pick up our tube passes and then took the tube over to the London Eye. The London Eye is the world’s largest Ferris Wheel, and immediately upon seeing the Eye, I was reminded of Robert Lawson’s book The Great Wheel — a children’s book on the Newbery Honor Roll. Oddly enough, I reread the book about a month ago, so it was fresh in my head.

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  • After taking the Eye, we wandered by the Westminster Abbey, and walked right in and toured the building. It was incredible, and the presence of so much history in once place makes America seem so young.
  • Tuesday evening we went and saw “F***ing Games,” a play at The Royal Court Theatre. The play was written by Grae Cleugh and directed by Dominic Cooke.
    • The web site promoted the play as follows:
      • “It’s just not realistic to expect one person to remain faithful to another. I mean it just doesn’t work, does it?”

        Terrence and Jonah have been together for ten years. Jude is young, good-looking and always chooses his boyfriends badly. So, when he brings round his latest, Danny, the games begin.

        F***ING GAMES is Grae Cleugh’s first play.

  • To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised at the play–it told a reasonable story, and was well acted. We both got irritated with Jonah at the end, and I was also very annoyed with Terrence, although I suppose I’ve known guys like Terrance and I’ve wanted to smack them around in real life. If you should chance upon a performance, I would see it–but I wouldn’t fly transatlantic just to see the play.

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Monday!

We met with some friends I know in Cheltenham.  I gave four of the coolest people I know Indiana University T-Shirts from Steve & Barry’s.  Naturally I wanted to spread the Hoosier Cheer!

I once tried to grow a red hot poker in my garden as a kid.  It didn't go anywhere.  Evidently it is better suited to England than to Denver.

I once tried to grow a red hot poker in my garden as a kid. It didn't go anywhere. Evidently it is better suited to England than to Denver.

Ok, it's Britain, so people drive on the left side, so we had to get used to it.  Clearly though, on Monday, I needed help like this.  It wasn't so bad by Thursday--the day before we left.

Ok, it's Britain, so people drive on the left side, so we had to get used to it. Clearly though, on Monday, I needed help like this. It wasn't so bad by Thursday--the day before we left.

We didn't try Pizza Express in Cheltenham, but it reminded me of Bloomington.

We didn't try Pizza Express in Cheltenham, but it reminded me of Bloomington.

Drinking a pint of Guinness. I think this picture turned out really well  despite the dark atmosphere of the bar.

Drinking a pint of Guinness. I think this picture turned out really well despite the dark atmosphere of the bar.

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Sunday’s Adventures

Getting Photographed

Getting Photographed

We arrived at London’s Gatwick Airport, South Terminal. The scheduled arrival time was around 10am, and that’s pretty much when we arrived.. Upon arrival we had to do the immigration and customs dance.

From there we took a coach at 11:20 from Gatwick to Heathrow and then onward to Cheltenham Spa, where we stayed at the Travel Inn. On the website, they note that the inn is next to the T.G.I. Friday’s. Although we had dinner at ask, we went back to the hotel and had dessert at T.G.I. Friday’s. I’ve never been to an American T.G.I. Friday’s but our waitress was a parody of American friendliness, even going so far at to sit down at tables while taking orders. Fortunately she didn’t do that at our table. The United States certainly exports our the worst aspects of our “culture”.

Basic, Expensive. At least in 2001.

Basic, Expensive. At least in 2001.

American Culture

American Culture

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