More London Happenings

So, I’m still in London, visiting various places and things like that. I spent Thursday recovering from Normandy (my knees were really starting to hurt – I need insoles for my shoes, I think). Yesterday, I went to the British Museum and National Gallery, which was cool, as always – those museums never get old. Although I was a little annoyed – the National Gallery had several sections closed until June, and of course, they’re the ones with the artists that I like the most. Oh well.
Went out on Saturday night with Sara and Rob to a pub and then to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End, which was fun, but like Dead Man’s Chest, didn’t quite get to the level of the first movie, although it was better than the second one. I’d give it a C+. I don’t know if I’ll type up a proper review, but it was fun to watch, although probably 40 minutes too long. I also finally caught up on Heroes and watched the last episode, which was amazing. SPOILERS – High body count, with Linderman, Ted and D.L. killed off, which I didn’t quite see coming. Nathan choosing to be a good guy was also a great point, as was his carrying Peter up into the sky. Sylar’s death was pretty well done, although I would have liked to see another hero or two take him on. And the ending – OH GOD HIRO IN THE VERY FAR PAST. That kicked ass, and I cannot wait to see the second series.
Went to the Imperial War Museum today, which I liked more this time around. Maybe because I’m in a bit of a military history mindset or something, but it was more interesting this time. There was a fantastic exhibit on the Falklands War, as we’re currently in the 25th anniversary of it. I didn’t know a thing about the conflict, and now I’m dying to get a couple of books on the subject. Max Hastings, who wrote the brilliant Overlord: D-Day and the Battle for Normandy, also has a book out called The Battle for the Falklands, which he was a correspondent for. I really want to get that, and Amazon’s listing it used for $1.90 or so, plus shipping. I might get that when I return, because from what I saw today, it’s truly a fascinating battle. The D-Day exhibit was also very cool, and the one on the Holocaust was disturbing. But it was a cool visit. I’m going to try and find the Burlington House, the home to Geological Society of London, and contains the first geologic map, drawn up by William Smith one of the biggest contributors to the field of Geology.
The weather’s been typical London/English – Wet. Plus, the wind completely destroyed the umbrella that I found and fixed, and I mean really destroyed it. And carried it off as well. I haven’t been taking a whole lot of pictures because it’s been overcast, and as a result, crappy lighting.
And, because it’s 12:36, I’m off to bed.

Cool…

I was looking around IMDB for some information about the upcoming movie, The Golden Compass, based off of the book by the same name, and found this picture:

I’ve been there. Walked down that very pathway, with Barbara, Will and Fran, and again later when I went with the Marymount students and on my own during my time in Oxford. I figured I’d recognize some locations from Oxford, but I never really figured that I would have been in some of the areas where they did some filming.
I’m really awaiting this movie – aside from the fact that I’ve been in Oxford, it’s one of my personal favorite books, and one of the best fantasy novels out there. On top of that, I’ve met Philip Pullman, the author of the trilogy, while in Oxford, which was one of the most memorable experiences while I was out there. Man, I can’t wait to see this on the big screen. Hopefully, it’ll turn out to be true to the book.

Nostalgia

I’m almost done with the entire first series of Life On Mars, and it’s making me horribly nostalgic for my time back in London.

It’s not just the big things about London, or just being there in England, but mostly the very small details and things that I miss. There’s the King’s Arms just down the street from my flat, sitting on the bus, the announcer coming on at the end of a television episode, the white street signs, red telephone boxes, the accents, food, the sun coming over the buildings, so much.
I’ve pulled out my journal entries that I kept while I was over there, looked over my photographs and have talked to several people that I met while I was over there. I wonder if I’ll ever return there, and it hurts so much to see it in my memories, but not my eyes.

Life on Mars

No, this isn’t in regards to the recent news of possible evidence that there’s water on the planet Mars, this is for a new TV show that I found – Life on Mars.
It’s from the UK, which gives it a bit of good press right there, but it’s a very tightly scripted detective drama mixed with a bit of time travel. Here’s the blurb from Amazon.co.uk:

Life On Mars is the smash-hit cop show starring John Simm as a detective who is involved in a car accident and wakes to find himself transported back to 1973 – a world dominated by Ford Cortina’s, sheep-skin jackets and very hard coppers.

It’s got a fantastic look and feel to it – the look of the episodes look like the 1970s, if that makes any sense. I love it.

Three Important Things

邏輯, 平靜, 想像

المنطق، صفاء، خيال

Λογική, ηρεμία, φαντασία

Leaves

London’s changing in the last days that I have here. Walking down the street yesterday, I noticed that John Street and Doughty Street had a different feel to them than they have all year. Looking up, I saw that the leaves were starting to come out on the trees, changing from the bare skeletons that they’ve been the entire time that I’ve been here. It’s a nice change.

A friend of mine, Prediep, from Paris came to visit, and he came at a good time. The leaves were coming out, and it was sunny for most of the weekend, while I took him around to all the major sites in London. We caught up on what we’ve been up to since this past summer at camp. It was good to have a new person to talk to.

We visited a number of parks and walk ways along the Thames. With the sun and leaves starting to come out, it was a nice feel to the city, especially in Covent Garden and Leister Square.

Prediep’s visit served another purpose, something that I didn’t come across until after I saw him off on his train earlier today – It was a chance for me to say goodbye to the city. During my tour, I showed him the major sites of London: The London Eye, Parliment, Big Ben’s tower, Wesminster Abbey, King’s Cross, South Bank, St. Paul’s and a number of others. I showed him some of the pubs, the back streets, all the while talking about the meaning of being a tourist and fitting in, among other things. During this long walkabout, I saw a number of the things in London, probably for the last time in a while, ending today with something that I hadn’t made the time before to see, Abbey Road.

There will be a lot of goodbyes in the next days, as I begin closing out and packing. Goodbye to friends that I’ve made and the places that I’ve come to call home.

nostalgia

It hit me as I was on the train this morning. In a week, from that moment, I’ll be on an airplane, going back home. Everything that I’ve known and been forced to get used to will be gone. The money will change, my friends will seperate and go their own ways and in the end, all we’ll have is just the memories.
It’s a bit sobering, at just how fast everything has gone past. I remember coming in very clearly. My own nervousness and self doubt even a day or so in, hoping to hell that I had made the right choice, coming out here.
So far, I have few regrets about making the trip. Now, I’m torn over returning. Now that I’ve lived here for four months, I’m reluctant to leave the confines of my squeaky flat, my own cooking, the city and the people around me that I’ve come to know and enjoy being around. In a week, that’ll all be gone, and I’ll be back home with familiar people and surroundings.
On the other hand, I’m eager to leave. To see my friends and family back home, to share my experiences, pictures and stories that I’ve slowly accumulated over the past 104 days that I’ve been here. To see my two dogs, my sister, my room and my own computer, and to be away from my roommate and for the near future, work in general.
Most of all, I’m aprehensive about what’s coming up, I think. Living here has been a dream. I’m surrounded by things that are fantastic and different, and that’ll be gone soon, and in the next year, I’ll be coming up to my last year of school, and spat into the real world, something that I’m nervous about and not sure if I’m ready.
I don’t have a plan, an idea or a clue about what to do next.

Countdown

Counting down the hours until I leave. A bit nervous, but that’s normal for me before setting off on a trip to somewhere I haven’t been. Happened with Scotland and Eastbourne and even England. Now for Germany/Greece. But I think that I have everything together, and that’s something. I’ve already had two friends tell me that they hate me for going to Greece. I’ll send them mocking postcards.

Other than that, it’s been a somewhat slow day – got a haircut and found that the cast of Green Wing, a British comedy that I really enjoy will be just down the road signing boxed sets. Me and a couple of friends will be going to do just that. Exciting!

Also updated a weeks worth of photographs on my photoblog, here. The current top ones are some of my favourites thus far. I’m thinking that when I return home, I’ll be posting up a best of thing. I can’t believe how fast time is coming to a close, and there’s so much to do.

Oh yeah, and I found a CD/Tape player system with speakers that someone was throwing out. It makes a good addition to our flat.

Now, for more running around and getting ready.

Edit: Several Hours Later

Just got back from waiting in line to meet some of the members of the Green Wing cast. Green Wing, for those of you who don’t know, is an extremely funny show here in the UK, just released on DVD and with the second series on the air now. I picked up the set after watching one episode, pretty cheaply too. Tonight they did a signing, got to have a couple of words with some of the cast members, nice guys, very happy for the fans to be there, which was a plus.

Sorry, it’s kinda blurry. Fun times. Now, for food and packing.

Greece : 2 Days

Two days until I depart for Greece. In the meantime (and this is mainly for my benefit) I have to:

• Confirm my flights
• Confirm my hostel
• Write up a quick budget
• Buy a phone card and call home
• Write up a packing list
• Pack
• Get all of my information together, flights, passport, ID, money
• Change my travellers checks for Euros
• Find out the best way to get to the airport (I’m thinking the night before and just waiting)
• Get to the airport for a 7 am flight

Gaaaah…

And, from the Guardian today:

US plans strike to topple Iran regime – report

God. Say that it’s not true, please, someone say something. Has anyone gotten the impression that war in one country, then a worse one in another, and now it’s being considered that we’re looking to go to war with a third? How the hell did we elect our current president into power.
The thing that scares me the most is that he’s looking for a legacy to lead behind. That’s the worst part.

Another government consultant is quoted as saying Mr Bush believes he must do “what no Democrat or Republican, if elected in the future, would have the courage to do” and “that saving Iran is going to be his legacy”.

Presidents, or anyone, shouldn’t actively look for a legacy. It’s arrogant and in this case, downright scary. Hopefully, the White House’s response that this is overblown and untrue is true. Because this scares me more than anything else.

Eastbourne

Back from my trip to Eastbourne. Had a lot of fun while I was down there, it was great to get out of the city again and into a much smaller, much-less-touristy place. Eastbourne is a smaller town (Although citysized for VT) and it’s on the southern coast – sharing the same rock formations as Dover, and it has the same white cliffs. It seemed like a pretty quiet place to live, and a bit of a retirement community, although we did see a lot of kids and dogs.
I went down with my friend Katherine, who’s in my British Heritage class. Apparently her roommate and friends from her school went to Amsterdam, and because her parents are coming today, didn’t go with them. So she invited me to come along. We picked a location, looked at train costs and Friday morning we got to the station, got tickets and rode the two or so hours down to the town. I paid for the train fares, she payed for the hotel, and we checked in, and went out to wander around the place. The beach was the first place that we went, found that it was all chert and rock, walked the length of that for a while, before hitting the chalk cliffs, about a mile and a half or so.

The Cliffs were really cool. I brought along my geology field book and took some notes, climbed around on them for a while and gave Katherine a lesson in geology theory and how the cliffs got there. Good to have a captive audience. We walked probably another mile down the cliffs, looking at the rocks and chatting, before turning back. Katherine got attacked by two seagulls, or thought that she did. Got a late and quick lunch and walked the other direction, through the town a bit for another couple hours, before returning. Watched some TV – she found a hilarious show called Green Wing, which was both confusing and side splitting. Really wacky british medical show – Definently have to find some more of it somewhere. Went to sleep, woken several times by drunk college students and later in the morning by a flock of insane pigeons. Got up, checked out, got breakfast and set out to find where to look for fossils. Checked at the hotel, library and tourist office, and none of them could really tell me. Checked my email at the library and found an e-mail that someone sent to me regarding fossils in the UK, and in Eastbourne, figured out where to go and we set out. To the Southwest of the town there’s a large open park that runs along the cliffs. There’s some paths, and some cows. We hiked along a couple miles to one point, then tried to find the way down to the beach, but we couldn’t figure out where it was. Saw one of the lighthouses off in the water, then continued on to try and find the beach outlet.

Another two or three miles and we reached the second lighthouse, lots of hills later, and we turned back. Got a quick bite to eat at a pub on the road following the cliffs, then an hour or so later, we reached the town and got lunch at Pizza Express (The UK’s equivilent of Pizza Hutt, but way better) then got back to the train station and back home. We were both exhaused, fell asleep on the train for a little while, then split up in the tube when we went back to our flats. I passed out for an hour, got some dinner and watched some TV before going back to bed.

Great weekend – really nice town with some good walks around it. Maybe someday I’ll return. Took quite a bit of pictures – you can see them here: http://norwich.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2003111&l=32b29&id=70000497