The bus ride from Farnham to Guilford was incredibly long and pleasant. It’s really the only time I was able to really experience the English countryside, because this bus wound around every tiny town and street, even going down dead-ends, just in case someone at the end of them needed to get on. It was like getting a ride from your friend’s mom, who is good-natured and well-intentioned, but misses turns because they’re busy telling you a story about their cat.
The most impressive thing was the sheer SIZE of the bus, and the sheer TININESS of the streets. Whenever we came upon another car, which admittedly did not happen often, the bus and the car would stop, and go around each other at a crawling pace. The really death-defying bit was when we came upon another bus and they went around each other, now that was skill. Everyone on the bus clapped for the bus driver after that one.
But, you guys, rolling grassy hills, small brick cottages with old brick garden walls, underwear on clotheslines, it was everything you could ever want from England. A regret from this trip was not bringing my camera for that bus ride.
Also, the “Hologram Fart,” pure British youth genius. I know it says the audio-commentary is for the deaf, but that’s what the little boy said, I’m just the documenter of his tale.
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The part about the “hologram fart” had me in stitches. I like the way [I imagined] that little boy says “pick-cha.”
Thanks! It was one of those things I couldn’t believe was happening, it was so perfectly adorable.
Your pictures of food make me hungry. And hologram fart needs to be the next big thing, I think.
“It was like getting a ride from your friend’s mom, who is good-natured and well-intentioned, but misses turns because they’re busy telling you a story about their cat.”
Also, this is totally me except the “mom” part. Ugh I’m an old lady already.
Thanks! It may already be the next big thing, you know, Europe always gets everything before us. ;)