Of Italy I shall say little. They have wonderful ice cream. There are at least two weeks during which I don't remember eating anything other than Panettone and I could quite happily have continued that indefinitely. I learned to roller blade there.
England is special in so many ways. Some good ways like the abundance of good manners, books, information, street signs so that people like me don't have to get lost, resources, "blue" milk, charity shops where you can get amazing stuff so cheaply, riding on the front seat upstairs in a red double decker bus, Poundland (Pringles for one pound!) and the lovely, perfectly efficient Tube. And some bad ways like all the blarsted little things that keep them different which they clutch closely about them and at the same time display with pride, "green" milk, and worse; "red milk", driving on the wrong side, their weather, their food...Ox tail soup? Enough said.
I distinctly remember feeling an atmosphere of very real, very strong, and very tangible fear as soon as I arrived. I wasn't afraid, what I felt was that the people were very very afraid of terrorism, vandalism, violence, GBH, and what-have-you!
Alright, I was a little afraid when I was driven on the wrong side of the road for the first time, lol.
Riding the ferry to Ireland was fun. I love the sea and I love anything that floats on water more. Ireland, dearest Ireland, you will always be cherished very very much by me so you will forgive me for the following:
Torturous tidbit:
THE REAL MEANING OF THE COLORS ON THE IRISH FLAG (by me)
Green: For the land and pretty much everything on it
White: For the sky. White, not blue. You get it right?
Orange: For the hair of most of the Irish people
Seriously, you and Bosnia are my favoritest countries in the world, I'm allowed to poke a little fun at you.
I toured numerous castles including Trim Castle which you've probably seen in that movie where Mel Gibson runs around, shouts, and causes much much blood to be shed. Oh sorry, is that too general? You know, that movie where his guts get scooped out and his head gets chopped off at the end.
Yes, yes, the one where he's clearly very bad at calculating how much blue paint he's going to need to cover his entire face.
I saw pretty much all of Ireland, most of the castles, and most of the museums. My Lord of the Rings puzzle was purchased there as well as more souvenirs than from any other country I've been to.
Irish guys are hot, everyone is friendly, and they basically have all that is good about England without all the annoying stuff.
Italy again for a while, and then Holland for a few months, not a lot to say except that I was introduced to Discworld and immediately became a lifelong fan even though I hardly knew what I was a fan of. Oh, I also met The Internet in Holland and I'm a more devoted fan than ever today.
In Part 3 I shall reminisce about Kenya. :)
England is special in so many ways. Some good ways like the abundance of good manners, books, information, street signs so that people like me don't have to get lost, resources, "blue" milk, charity shops where you can get amazing stuff so cheaply, riding on the front seat upstairs in a red double decker bus, Poundland (Pringles for one pound!) and the lovely, perfectly efficient Tube. And some bad ways like all the blarsted little things that keep them different which they clutch closely about them and at the same time display with pride, "green" milk, and worse; "red milk", driving on the wrong side, their weather, their food...Ox tail soup? Enough said.
I distinctly remember feeling an atmosphere of very real, very strong, and very tangible fear as soon as I arrived. I wasn't afraid, what I felt was that the people were very very afraid of terrorism, vandalism, violence, GBH, and what-have-you!
Alright, I was a little afraid when I was driven on the wrong side of the road for the first time, lol.
Riding the ferry to Ireland was fun. I love the sea and I love anything that floats on water more. Ireland, dearest Ireland, you will always be cherished very very much by me so you will forgive me for the following:
Torturous tidbit:
THE REAL MEANING OF THE COLORS ON THE IRISH FLAG (by me)
Green: For the land and pretty much everything on it
White: For the sky. White, not blue. You get it right?
Orange: For the hair of most of the Irish people
Seriously, you and Bosnia are my favoritest countries in the world, I'm allowed to poke a little fun at you.
I toured numerous castles including Trim Castle which you've probably seen in that movie where Mel Gibson runs around, shouts, and causes much much blood to be shed. Oh sorry, is that too general? You know, that movie where his guts get scooped out and his head gets chopped off at the end.
Yes, yes, the one where he's clearly very bad at calculating how much blue paint he's going to need to cover his entire face.
I saw pretty much all of Ireland, most of the castles, and most of the museums. My Lord of the Rings puzzle was purchased there as well as more souvenirs than from any other country I've been to.
Irish guys are hot, everyone is friendly, and they basically have all that is good about England without all the annoying stuff.
Italy again for a while, and then Holland for a few months, not a lot to say except that I was introduced to Discworld and immediately became a lifelong fan even though I hardly knew what I was a fan of. Oh, I also met The Internet in Holland and I'm a more devoted fan than ever today.
In Part 3 I shall reminisce about Kenya. :)
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