First day on me own...

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The Needles
It's cool that nobody wanted to go with me.  Actually, little did I know it at the time...that made it that much better...

On the 1-year anniversary since the London bombings, I decide to get on and off public transportation 24 times.  You know...live it up, right?  From Oxford to Reading, Reading to Basingstoke, to Lymington, to Lymington Pier, then to Yarmouth across a sliver of the English Channel.  A bus ride to Needle Point finally landed me at, seemingly, the edge of the world.  So maybe I've lived in a cave all my life.  It's been sheltered, unexperienced, not very expanded in my travels.  Whatever cave it was, it wasn't pretty.
Stonehenge
  The moment I saw the cliffs on the isle, I was in shock.  'This isn't real...what's going on.'  'When is someone going to pull the screen up and reveal a dank wall behind this serene beauty?'  The cliffs were immaculate.  The sands were impeccable...the whole aura of the place was one of uninhabitance.  I was treading on new ground, new territory.  At least, that's how it felt.

I went to the edge of the cliffs, saw the lighthouse and the needles sticking out of the water, and thanked God for making me.  I'll never experience what I went through up there again.  Maybe close, but nothing with the levity it had then.  I don't need a tropical island, I don't need picturesque mountains, I have my own cliff.  It was a beautiful cliff...and nobody could take it from me.  It was an old rocket testing facility, yes, but long ago.
Salisbury Cathedral
..now, it was just waiting for me to come up.  And I claimed it...what a good afternoon up there.

My ride back to the mainland included two more bus rides, the return ferry trip, and 3 separate trains to get to Salisbury, England.  I played the part of the Asian tourist, or at least I was the only non-Asian, on the last bus to leave Salisbury on the way to Stonehenge...which was pretty disappointing.  Not an anti-climatic disappointment, because I kinda knew it wasn't going to be great.  It's just one of those things you have to do.  One of the 7 wonders, it has to mean something.  Whether or not we can actually explain how those stones got up there, it was pretty impressive.  But pretty small, and way to much money to walk around somebody's rock playground (playground, in the sense of you being a druid...otherwise it's just a circle of stones).  My trip back to Salisbury was with an American family from Montana, of all places, that had been in Europe for 5 weeks.  And I thought my trip was action-packed.  England was there 11th country!

I stopped my Salisbury Cathedral, saw that Magna Carta thing (damn you King John, why couldn't you just follow it), and headed back to the Oxford.  But not before having an incredible day of independence, wind-blown hair, and chalky fingers (from the limestone cliffs).
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The Needles
The Needles
Stonehenge
Stonehenge
Salisbury Cathedral
Salisbury Cathedral
Thatched roof
Thatched roof
Needle Point
Needle Point
Sherbet cliffs!
Sherbet cliffs!
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Interior of Salisbury Cathedral
Interior of Salisbury Cathedral
Lymington Pier
Lymington Pier
Salisbury Cathedral
Salisbury Cathedral
The ride home...
The ride home...
Car-loading on the ferry
Car-loading on the ferry
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photo by: Vikram