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The Cutty Sark Museum
London, England |
When my parents came to visit we planned a week long
excursion to the UK. After we landed in London we proceeded to pick up our
rental car, but Sixt wasn’t located at Heathrow; we had to take a shuttle out
to the lot. Our car was a black Citroen something or other; the standard
European hatchback. Whenever we get a new rental car (at least every 3 months),
it’s my job to fiddle with the dials and to figure out how the navigation
system works. The nav system wasn’t very intuitive or user friendly so I
switched to our handheld Garmin—a decision I would later regret. Perhaps to
make up for its navigational deficiencies the car came with a bonus; there was
a CD already in the player! It wasn’t just any CD either; it was The Beatles #1
hits CD. Naturally we put it on and drove through London feeling very
authentic.
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Best. Picture. Ever.
Cutty Sark, London, England
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Our first stop was the Cutty Sark, a ship that dates from
the height of the British Imperialist era, though it was in use until 1954.
This ship has been in dry dock since 1957 and acts as a museum of English
maritime history. It was a very hands-on museum and there were many exhibits
for children and Joe. A lot of the ship is original; they’ve delineated
restoration work with gray paint; original ironwork is white. Most of the boat
was dedicated cargo space and the living quarters were cramped; the vessel was
designed for making money. Throughout its eight seafaring decades, the Cutty
Sark carried a variety of cargo, but I think the best time would have been when
it was ferrying tea from China; this cargo would have smelled much better than
wool from Australia.
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Crossing Abbey Road
London, England |
We then drove all the way across London to Abbey Road. We
parked in an underground lot and witnessed a large queue of cars at the exit. A
man was struggling with the automatic pay system and the mechanical arm
wouldn’t let him out. Among those behind the man were an irate delivery truck
driver and an anxious mother late to pick up her kids. Later, when we returned,
the arm was bent at a funny angle; perhaps forced just high enough to let a car
through. Abbey Road was once again packed with people, and since I’d already
been there, I volunteered to stand on the island of safety and take pictures.
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My mom asked me to take this picture.
She said she hadn't seen clothes like this in awhile.
Oxford, England |
Despite not sounding like much, due to the size of London
and the abundance of traffic, these two visits took us past 3pm. We were
spending the night in Birmingham, so after visiting Abbey Road we headed north.
We stopped briefly in Oxford for dinner. Originally we were going to try to
take a tour of the Bodleian library, a Harry Potter set, but we arrived too
late to join a tour. Even if we had arrived on time, I don’t think we would
have made the tour; Oxford University was having its graduation that day and
there were gowned students and their families everywhere; surely the tour would
have been full.
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