Day 31st: Stonehenge

Heard the Pope was in town, and just had to get out...

Well. It turns out his visit to the UK isn't until mid September. And anyway we wouldn't have minded getting a glimpse. Miracle healing, or not. Rather, the reason for us leaving London this day was the upcoming expiring of our Interrail-tickets, and a wish to see Stonehenge, one of Britain's primary worthwhile wonders.

We can't be charged with having a sightseeing-friendly Circadian rhythm, and thus we didn't actually get to Salisbury until about two, half three o'clock. After eating a cheap lunch, that would have cost a fortune in central London, we boarded the last tour-bus of the day and went to Stonehenge at £15 per person, entrance included.

We spent roughly an hour at the historical site, taking approximately 600 pictures... (Which is crazy now that I think about it). Then we jumped the last bus back to Salisbury railway station, boarded our train back to Waterloo Station (London, not Belgium), and ate a meal at Leicester Square before returning to our Hostel, Equity Point.

I love London City!<3<3<3

1. We're, like, almost sure we were founded in the 19th century. Cirka. Give or take a hundred years.
2. Draw me a circle and call it a roundabout.
3. First impression when entering the premises of Stonehenge is that it looks like a randomly assembled heap of stones. Not the best angle so to say.
4. Now however the sheer magic of Stonehenge is projected at full force. I personally hope aliens erected them... For the lulz.
5-6. We've now practically traveled through the whole of Europe making lulz about the local attempts at English. Didn't expect to be making fun of the English's own English skills though. Our hostel has breakfast in the "dinning room", and toilets labeled "male and female toilets". Maybe "disabled toilets" actually have a function.
7. All other countries we have been in have had cylindrical hay-balls.