One Step at a Time...

…there’s no need to rush.  Well, there were a lot of steps and we sure as hell weren’t in any hurry!

Yesterday Courtney and I went on our very first trip out of London, to Dover, England! 

We left from London on a bus at 7:30 am.  Not sure who picked that time.  Oh wait, that was me.  After a million stops in what I can only assume was London and a quick stop in Canterbury, we finally made it to Dover by about 10.  We immediately went in search of food.  Typical.  We had some breakfast at a café.  There was some creepy overcooked ham-bacon involved.  Moving on.  We took a cab up the huge hill to the castle. Great choice. 

Dover Castle!

Dover Castle was built in the 12^th century and is the largest castle in England.  Translation: the one with the most stairs.  Courtney and I walked around the outskirts of the grounds and then took a tour of the tunnels.  We saw a World War II hospital in said tunnels.  It was really cool!  We finished up with a climb up 87123 stairs to the top of the castle’s tower.  We were dying.  It was worth it.     

Pathway around the Castle

The Tower

Stairs on Stairs on Stairs

View from the top!

 We then attempted to take a taxi back down to town.  Key word: attempted.  I called the taxi service not once but three times.  After a lot of confusion and a lot of time wasted, the taxi finally showed up.  The man was snippy.  Less than enjoyable.  At least he took us to the right place.

We arrived at the marina with about an hour before our tour of the White Cliffs was supposed to start.  We were hungry and went on a food mission.  Mission, not accomplished.  Our only options were a swanky seafood restaurant and a raw seafood stand that the swanky restaurant probably bought their overpriced fish from.  Settled for some Cadbury chocolate that I had brought in my giant bag. 

We ended the day with a tour in the Dover Rover.  Our own personal bus.  Richard drove us all over the cliffs and showed us some of the remaining structures from WWII.  There was a giant trench and a place where guns would be stored in case of invasion.  But the best part was when Courtney fell up the hill in between those two sights. 

area where the guns would have been

Trench

Our final stop of the tour was the White Cliffs!  They were spectacular.  I only wish we could have had more time to walk along them.  Oh well, there’s always Ireland!

The White Cliffs!

As Richard pulled back into the town center Courtney was excitedly pointing to the left of the bus and I was excitedly pointing to the right.  I was looking at a restaurant called the Ellie Café and Courtney was looking at a KFC.  You can guess which one we ate at.  KFC, all Amurrica, all the time.