After our top sleep at the hostel we walked through the London streets to Liverpool station. Got to briefly see St. Pauls, the Gherkin (dildo) building, the financial district and the tub! Mnaged to get caught in peak hour crowds while the tube dealt with signal faults. Still ended up making it to Oxford by about midday.
Visited a food market a short walk from the station and the Ashmolean museum whichwas recommended by Mike. The museum was packed with soo many artefacts from all ages & all continents. We decided it was just too overwhelming and ended up walking rather briskly through some of the floors.
We wanted to go to the movies but it was too pricy at $13 pound each ($30 AUD), so ended up cooking and having a few drinks in the hostel.
8th: Hired a Fiat 500, a gas-guzzling, gutless shitbox. Thrashed it over to Bletchley Park to visit the National Museum of Computing. Got to see the Collossus, a machine designed by Alan Turing to quickly decipher encrypted messages from the Germans in WWII. Wasn't just some metal & wires, it was fully functioning! This place had more computers & servers than you could poke a stick at.
The next town was STratford-Upon-Avon, a pleasent place with a picturesque river running through it. We picked up a 4-pack of Fosters & sat by the river eating some chicken wraps. Once that was done, headed to the theatre ran by the Royal Shakespeare Company to watch Henry V.
I've never seen a Shakespeare play before but this was awesome. Really well done and kept everyones attention for the full 3 hours. Think we will have to organise a few more when we get home!
Got back to the hostel around midnight. Had a turkish guy in the room who spoke loudly while everyone was trying to sleep, followed by another snorer and a loud yawner.
Had a pretty good final day in Oxford. Had a boost-bar shake to die for, visited the science museum that had a chalkboard with calculations pencilled by Einstien himself when he visited many years ago. Delish pie & mushy peas at Pieminister. Then used all that pie-energy to visit a few of the colleges with their lovely green squarews that no one is allowed to sit on!
Had a pint at the Bear Bar which was the first pubin Oxford, opening in 1242. Then changed hostels to the Oxford Backpackers because it was a bit cheaper than the YHA. Another dodgy hostel. Stoned-looking inhabitants sleeping on the couches & gangster-wannabes smoking pot in the hostel entrance. All good though, we got a bed and we slept!
Before sleep though we met an Aussie bike rider named Phil who'd been riding all over Eastern Europe. Then we visited Turf Barem, the place where Bob Hawke skulled a yard-glass of beer in 11 seconds, entering the guinnes book of records. Also the place where Bill Clinton supposedley smoked a joint 'but didn't inhale'! Really low roof in this bar too!
Well those weren't the only crazy things that happened in the bar. While we were sipping pints Laura was distracted by a familiar sounding voice. After a few minutes contemplation and Facebook stalking it turned out Laura was right, the voice was that of friend Fiona whom Laura hadn't seen since high school 12 years ago! Apparently she was in Oxford while her husband studied some crazy religion-affirming course. We spoke with them for an hour before everyone went home. We made the mistake of buying the worst chips, cheese, gravy I have ever eaten.
Visited a food market a short walk from the station and the Ashmolean museum whichwas recommended by Mike. The museum was packed with soo many artefacts from all ages & all continents. We decided it was just too overwhelming and ended up walking rather briskly through some of the floors.
We wanted to go to the movies but it was too pricy at $13 pound each ($30 AUD), so ended up cooking and having a few drinks in the hostel.
8th: Hired a Fiat 500, a gas-guzzling, gutless shitbox. Thrashed it over to Bletchley Park to visit the National Museum of Computing. Got to see the Collossus, a machine designed by Alan Turing to quickly decipher encrypted messages from the Germans in WWII. Wasn't just some metal & wires, it was fully functioning! This place had more computers & servers than you could poke a stick at.
The next town was STratford-Upon-Avon, a pleasent place with a picturesque river running through it. We picked up a 4-pack of Fosters & sat by the river eating some chicken wraps. Once that was done, headed to the theatre ran by the Royal Shakespeare Company to watch Henry V.
I've never seen a Shakespeare play before but this was awesome. Really well done and kept everyones attention for the full 3 hours. Think we will have to organise a few more when we get home!
Got back to the hostel around midnight. Had a turkish guy in the room who spoke loudly while everyone was trying to sleep, followed by another snorer and a loud yawner.
Had a pretty good final day in Oxford. Had a boost-bar shake to die for, visited the science museum that had a chalkboard with calculations pencilled by Einstien himself when he visited many years ago. Delish pie & mushy peas at Pieminister. Then used all that pie-energy to visit a few of the colleges with their lovely green squarews that no one is allowed to sit on!
Had a pint at the Bear Bar which was the first pubin Oxford, opening in 1242. Then changed hostels to the Oxford Backpackers because it was a bit cheaper than the YHA. Another dodgy hostel. Stoned-looking inhabitants sleeping on the couches & gangster-wannabes smoking pot in the hostel entrance. All good though, we got a bed and we slept!
Before sleep though we met an Aussie bike rider named Phil who'd been riding all over Eastern Europe. Then we visited Turf Barem, the place where Bob Hawke skulled a yard-glass of beer in 11 seconds, entering the guinnes book of records. Also the place where Bill Clinton supposedley smoked a joint 'but didn't inhale'! Really low roof in this bar too!
Well those weren't the only crazy things that happened in the bar. While we were sipping pints Laura was distracted by a familiar sounding voice. After a few minutes contemplation and Facebook stalking it turned out Laura was right, the voice was that of friend Fiona whom Laura hadn't seen since high school 12 years ago! Apparently she was in Oxford while her husband studied some crazy religion-affirming course. We spoke with them for an hour before everyone went home. We made the mistake of buying the worst chips, cheese, gravy I have ever eaten.
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