When I visited Stonehenge, there were stupid yellow tripods placed all around the structure.
Imagine if I had spent $2,000 flying to England just to see it (and on top of that paying £7.50 to gain access to it) only to find stupid tripods spoiling the scenery. I should have been so pissed off, shouldn’t I?
But I wasn’t pissed off since I didn’t come to England to see Stonehenge, particularly. Well, I’m such a pushover, anyway. I just accept things as they come.
I suppose no one would be crazy enough to fly all the way out here specifically to see this ring of stones, except maybe academics researching the subject, but then all academics are crazy; just read the stuff they write. Embarrassingly, I actually considered making academia a career once. What was I thinking?!!
Still, Stonehenge holds a special appeal for me. Druid rings tend to appear in MMORPGs a lot and I often play druid-type characters. In EverQuest 2, I use druid rings to teleport myself between zones, so they’re always a wonderful, welcome sight.
And I always like to stand inside them in my games, imagining wonderful mysterious rituals being held, then wondering what it would be like to see a real-life druid ring with my own eyes.
Druid ring in Everquest 2.
So my heart pumped with excitement when, from a distance as we were driving up towards it, I first laid my eyes on Stonehenge.
I felt a bit silly to be so excited, especially after we paid £7.50 each to enter a field just to look at a bunch of mouldy old stones we weren’t allowed to touch.
There were many tourists milling about even though it was a gloomy, chilly day (I wonder if any of them had flown to England specifically to see Stonehenge) so that kind of spoilt the specialness.
Gawking tourists standing around a structure taking photos of it causes it to lose its romance and mystery.
Many people were also holding audio gadgets to their ears, listening to some old dude rattling off the history and interesting facts surrounding Stonehenge. After listening to it for a minute, Piers and I decided not to bother because we could easily read it all in Wikipedia.
So we took turns taking photos of each other.
As stupid as I always feel posing for photos in front of historic monuments, I can’t help feeling like it’s a huge crime if I don’t.
Piers hates when I point my camera at him, so he’s always making faces at me when I do it. To stop me from taking photos of him, he’s always snatching my camera away to try and take photos of me.
You may not believe it but I kind of hate that also cos I think I look horrid 90% of the time.
So it’s quite funny when we keep annoying each other like that.
But what’s even funnier is that each time we’re doing that, taking turns to annoy each other by making the other pose for a touristy photo, someone would invariably come forward and offer to help take a photo for us!
It’s so funny!
Of course, we can’t reject people’s kind offers, so we both end up being pwned together.
I suppose it’s a good thing when people are nice so I should be grateful. So much better than encountering rubbish annoying people! Speaking of which, I haven’t met a single rubbish annoying person in England, yay! But then I don’t go out a whole lot so that could be why.
I didn’t manage to get any awesome photos of Stonehenge. The day was too gloomy and cloudy and there were all those stupid tripods, sometimes even men wearing reflective suits standing around inside doing dunno what! How dumb.
We didn’t stay there long. We just walked around it once and called it quits, after which I spent a longer time in the gift shop than at the stones themselves.
Near Stonehenge is Salisbury City and that’s where we went next. The attraction there is the Salisbury Cathedral, “one of the finest medieval cathedrals in Britain”.
It has the tallest cathedral spire in Britain, anyway, so I suppose that’s quite something.
But part of it was covered in scaffolding when we went there. How stupid!
And what’s even more stupid was the fact that we could only zip in and out quickly because we had parked at this place that only allows you to park for 30 minutes, after which you have to clear out.
Unfortunately, that parking lot was like 10 minutes’ walk to the cathedral. So we spent 10 minutes walking there, one minute looking inside the cathedral and nine minutes in the gift shop. Then 10 minutes walking back. LOL.
Hence I only have one hastily-taken photo of inside. (Wasn’t sure if we were allowed to take photos in the first place)
But I do have a couple of photos of the cloister. Not too many cos I was too impatient to visit the gift shop.
Piers thinks I spend too much time (and money) in tourist attraction gift shops so he’s always trying to steer me away from them.
I can’t imagine why! It’s very important to not leave a place of attraction without a souvenir, right?
Men just don’t get it, right?
Thanks to my shopping efforts, I have a mini Stonehenge snow globe (among other things) to take home with me.
I can say I took a piece of Stonehenge home. Can’t I?
How fulfilling life is when your room is covered in souvenirs from all over the world, making it hard for you to walk around without tripping over or having something fall on your head.