Oh Cambridge.
The journey to Cambridge was quite interesting. We woke up in South London and then had to make our way over to the end of the Piccadilly line at Southgate to drop off our luggage at the home we were going to be staying at after a quick trip to Cambridge and Berlin.
After a couple of fights with my Oyster card, we made our way to King’s Cross to board a train to Cambridge, which was about an hour ride. We read our books along the way and noticed people along the way at the various stops.
Once we arrived in Cambridge, we had some hours to kill before our host came to pick us up and take us to the quaint village she lived in, about an hour outside of Cambridge. We decided it was a great idea to rent bikes and ride them into the city for lunch. Well, when the streets are the opposite that you’re used to, and you don’t know the area well, biking can be a struggle. It was a highly stressful experience, but that wasn’t the worst of it. We got pooped on by a giant bird, and it was one of the nastiest experiences of my life. I don’t want to even think about it. I ended up trying to clean off in a pub bathroom with no paper towels.
By the evening, we were in the English countryside outside of a village called Clare with our hosts, and their wonderful dogs, Biggles and Jackson. We went for an evening walk, and then we got dinner at a great pub called The Bell. We settled in for a cozy night in a beautiful home before a super early start the next day.
The next morning was filled with Chelsea buns and getting temporary library cards and trying to print our boarding passes for our flight to Berlin the next morning. We walked all around, got some great pho, paid $6 to take a nap in a park, and went to a Eucharist service. Later, we got dinner and watched sunset from a rooftop restaurant in Cambridge. We made our way to the airport, and we had an awful all nighter. We learned a lot about Ryanair.
More photos to come from Berlin soon.