The three longest days of my life have been on this trip. The first one, taking the cake was when I pulled an all nighter and flew to Madrid. The second one was when I arrived at Roehampton at ten at night and didn’t get into my room until past eleven, where there was no bedding so I slept in my coat. And the third one was yesterday.
Yesterday Jessica and I took a day trip to Dover, England to see the cliffs. Our bus ticket was scheduled for 9:30am. We arrived at the station three minutes before our departure time. However, the bus was already gone. A little frustrated and tired we begrudgingly bought another ticket for a bus at 11:30. Feeling a little sick to my stomach, we waited for the bus. Once I was on the bus I took a well deserved nap only to wake up to the bus driver announcing that they were going to drop us off in Canterberry and a bus would take us to Dover. A little nervous at this announcement, we made sure there was a bus taking us back to London that night. Thankfully there was and we got to Dover around two.
After finding a cute little cafe to eat in, we set out for a 35 minute hike up to the Dover Cliffs. The hike was steep, there were bugs everywhere and it only seemed to get hotter the higher we climbed. After what seemed like five years, we finally made it to the cliffs…only for the fog to completely set in and block out what would have been an amazing view. Disappointed by this, we explored a little, only to make it back to where the trail began, so we went back down and decided to relax on the rocky beach. However, once we were down at the beach, the fog was gone and there was a perfectly clear view. Just our luck.
After laying on the beach for a good while we headed back into town. There was not much to do in Dover with it being such a small town and over half the shops were closed when we arrived, but it was a must see because back at home I live on Dover Fork Street and Jessica lives on Kent. Our neighborhood is made up of streets with British places such as Pembroke, Croyden and Buckingham. It was mostly a laugh to go and visit Dover since we live on those street names.
With there being little to do, most of our day was spent sitting around either on the beach, at a park or waiting on the bus. Finally at 8:00 the bus came to take us back. I didn’t get back to my flat until 11:30pm. Completely spent after waking up at 7:30 and not returning until 11:30pm, I passed out around one. Needless to say Dover isn’t a place I would revisit again, but it is one I’m glad I got to see. As many crazy, long days that I’ve had on this trip, I’ve loved them all. They make a great story to tell and make this journey more memorable. Until next time
Ps. My parents get here in 4 days, 18 hours, 4 minutes and 42 seconds! Eeep!