Salisbury and Stonehenge

I took a bus that afternoon and headed for Salisbury, the closest town to the famous pile of rubble. I met another American in the hostel, so we went out for fish and chips. Mmmmmmm. It doesn't seem like the English really invented anything new here, but their fish tasted really good, and the breading was extremely crispy and flavorful. The fries were so-so.

We just chilled in the hostel that night and surfed the internet. There was an old man that obviously didn't understand how loud youth hostels could be. And he locked himself in the lounge area to sleep, because the kids in the room next to his were being super loud. Eventually he came out and tried to talk to me, but he mumbled/complained alot and had a generally bad attitude, so I brushed him off.

The next morning, we caught the tour bus towards Stonehenge. The ride was nice, complete with voiceover and all. About ten miles outside of town, we pulled up to the site. We got our free audioguides for the tour, and walked out to the field. It was funny to listen to the commentary. They would tell this long, drawn-out story about the construction and history of Stonehenge, then add "may have happened" at the end. But it was still semi-informative.

The stones themselves were gigantic and unmovable. The tourist path lead around them, and the closest you could get was only like 20ft away. But I still got some good pictures. At one point, a little girl went running over the rope barrier towards the rocks, her dad sprinting after her. As if she could really knock them over. It would be funny though.

Some of the rocks had a blue tint to them, others had a reddish tint from the iron. When it rains, some of the rocks drip blood-like red. This is why the ancients thought the place was cursed. It was funny to see that Stonehenge was maybe 50yds away from a major highway (like almost all famous places are). We hopped back on the bus and headed to the next set of ruins, an old castle on a hill. Not much to say about that place though, we only walked around for like twenty minutes. There was a nice view though.

When we got back to town, we found a quick bite to eat at the street market (mmmm...sausage and onions in a roll), then hopped on the bus back to London. At the station, we parted ways after getting a meat pasty. I found an overnight bus up to Edinburgh, so I hopped on.

Let me preface the next part of the story with this: my feet have been stinking real bad lately. I dunno if it's all the walking, or maybe it's that my crocs have begun to rot, but after wearing clean socks in my crocs for twenty minutes, they already REEK. So guess who walked like 5 miles that day? And guess whose seat was RIGHT ABOVE THE HEATER VENT for the entire rear of the bus?

I have never been so embarassed in my life. I had three Scottish guys screaming, "Whose fuckin' feet are those?! They smell like rotten cheeeeeeese!" (in REALLY thick Scottish accents). THEN, they went around smelling everyone on the bus! What assholes. So I just pretended to be asleep. At first, they thought it was the lady three chairs in front of me, and they were spraying the whole bus with a can of air freshener they had. But then the Scottish woman beside me went back and told them it was ME. That backstabbing bitch!

So I had to endure 9hrs of driving with Scottish people commenting on my bad smelling feet. It was humiliating. I couldn't even look up at them when the bus ride was over, lol. But at last...I was in Scotland- land of kilts and bagpipes.