Canterbury

Today I was tired. I got up at 7 to leave the house at 8, cos I was getting a lift with my Aunty Julie to the station.

I kind of started dozing off on the train, but had to wake myself up, cos I'm always paranoid I will miss my stop or something.

Canterbury. Canterbury is a town in the south east of the UK, and it's where the Archbishop of Canterbury comes from *nods*. It has a long and complicated history that involves lots of archbishops and kings, most notably the Archbishop Thomas Becket, who was murdered there because he would not agree with the king at the time, Henry IV (the picture above is the place where he was murdered). Its most famous attraction is the Canterbury Cathedral, so I went there.

Before I went there though, I had lunch at a little cafe, and sat facing the cobble stoned lane and just watched people walk past. It was nice. The French owner was lovely.

Yeah anyway. Just thought lunch was worth mentioning, because food is important. SO. Cathedral.

It was old, like all cathedrals. There was a crypt, like a prayer room, that was dark and dungeon like and kinda scary. There were lots of tombs of former archbishops, as well as just people who had lived and died in that area. There were cloisters too. I actually spent ages there was taking a slow walk and looking around inside, then outside. There were lots of pretty lights and candles and windows, and outside the gardens were nice. There were also a lot of German tourists.

Then I took the train back to Polegate and caught a bus. The bus driver got grumpy at me, because firstly, I didn't know the name of the stop I needed to get off at. (Yeah, the bus system here is stupid like that. You pay by how far you go, not by the amount of time. It's annoying because if you get a return ticket, which is much cheaper than a single, you need to take the same route there and back, even if there are two buses that go past the bus stop you want to get to.)

So one, I didn't know the name of the stop. I eventually just settled for the name of a stop that I DID know, that I thought I would get off at. Secondly, the guy gave me a return ticket, and I didn't realise til I sat down to put my change away and actually look at the ticket. I hadn't taken this particular bus before, so I didn't know I had been given a return ticket based on what I paid. Uh so I went to tell the driver and he sighed at me. Then thirdly, I saw Adriana on the bus coincidentally, and we got off at the right stop, but not the stop that I had paid for. So uhhh yeah. The bus driver is probably still seething about the stupid Asian tourist who didn't know anything.