THERE CAN ONLY BE TTTTTWWWWOOOOOOOOOO (part ?)

I had a (read: a few) Budweiser the other day. It tasted American. It also says and I quote, "We know of no brand produced by any other brewer which costs so much to brew and age." Umm what? That's cool Budweiser... That's a strong selling point. I'm sure your investors love having less of a profit margin since you cost about exactly the same as everything else.

BACK TO THE ACTION

Since we last left off Jack Bau... I mean Luke and that other girl... they had just arrived at a creepy airport in East London. Border control decided we weren't Portuguese terrorists, so they let us back in. From there we bought some tickets back into Tottenham Hale (not nearly as cool a stop as Fulham Broadway) and then to King's Cross. We had a great dinner at Nando's. After this point, the situation quickly deteriorated...

-We had no map or idea of where our hostel was.
-It started to rain (surprise).
-Only I brought my phone for communication purposes. The number of contacts I have on my still in Spanish phone: 0

I remembered glancing at google maps once before we left so I would know which tube stop was the closest.
Sweet baby Jesus combined with a normally horrible memory led us to the correct hostel in about 15 minutes. I think Merrie was mad at me. I can't imagine why.

Once reunited with our Leeds buds we took a nice stroll (since it had, of course, cleared up by this point) before we tucked into our super weird cubicle style bunk beds.

The next day's visits included:

-British Museum (We saw the Rosetta stone and dozens of mummies and coffins among an untold amount of history)

-Westminster Abbey (It was highway robbery to get in, but we saw a ton of dead people)

-Buckingham Palace and some of the gardens (they were setting up for the London Marathon while we were there)

-The outside of the HMS Belfast, Winston Churchill's Britain at War Experience, the natural history and science museums, and the Tate Modern. (This was mostly related to money and time, except the Tate, that just would have been boring.)

-Millennium Bridge (something happened to it in the Harry Potter movies. I don't really care to know.)

-Chipotle (no, it was not as good.)

-Mr. Wu's (This title is actually a misnomer. I don't think any of us are really sure what it is called. It just is. Regardless, it has the cheapest Chinese buffet in London ever. You can't beat £6.50.)

-The laundry room at the hostel (Hallelujah.)

As far as the next day is concerned, we used one of our Brit rail passes and headed on out to Salisbury. It was honestly a great town. We visited the cathedral and, of course, Stonehenge. It was a little bit rainier and colder than the day before, but we got by. We intended to visit Bath, but we just ran out of time. We used our priceless passes to hitch a train back to King's Cross St. Pancras and headed north to Leeds.

I was really excited

THERE CAN ONLY BE OOOOOOOONNNNEEEEEEE (part 1)

SO.... since we last talked, coach had benched me for a blogger that was much more reliable (ie: Merrie).

BUT I'M THE STAR! I'VE GOT THE PIZAZZ!!!!?!!!

So I'm blogging today. I've got a 94mph fastball and a decent splitter. Hopefully not many readers are southpaws, which will give me trouble.My ERA's only 2.47 for the season... sooooooooooooo

My random baseball rant has made me check espn and realize how much I miss web gems. Plus the Blue Jays are already below .500. All of the AL East seems to be sucking anyway... THIS COULD BE THE YEAR


Since we last left off, I believe we were still in Portugal? Overall this was a more than incredible experience. We stayed in one of the only 5 star resorts on the island and did absolutely nothing for an entire week. This is half in part to our actual exhaustion and half from the price of a double cheese burger being about $3.50. (You can guess how much anything else costs from that one statistic). We had a steady diet of pasta and honey liquor since 1. we were afraid of the seafood 2. we didn't have an oven 3. the refrigerator was about as successful as a cabinet at keeping things cold. There was also a mishap with ketchup and cheese flavored Cheetos®. Things happen when you can't read Portuguese.

Oh yeah, who only brought dirty close assuming there would be laundry in the room and there wasn't? Not us of course... >_>  

Recap of some cool things that happened:

1. Portuguese park kittens. Foreign cat's are extra cute because you get to imagine them with accents.

2. French ships either don't have guns or have laser technology. Honestly I would assume it's some kind of communications ship helping coordinate UN forces in Libya? Cool except for the French part.

3. Madeira did not, I repeat, did not get ugly while we were there. It also had a lot of flowers.

4. Why do they get cooler cereals?! They are paying a premium for it. I know where you live Nestle. Watch out.

5. Big chess is more fun. It just is.

We made it to the airport without any difficulty and got back on our plane to the mecca of air travel: Stansted. Honestly, if anyone is considering budget airlines, don't do it. You're treated like cattle and there are a lot of alpha types that think they deserve to be in front of you. I don't want to have to give someone the people's elbow for a window seat.

Coming Soon

                                Once we have recovered a bit from our trip I'll post our pictures!

Can you spot me???

Are We There Yet?

This past weekend has been great! It was also a major learning lesson. Lets start back on Friday night-

The ancient walls!

We had gone to the store to buy camping food and finished packing our bags around 9:30 pm with plans to leave for the Yorkshire Dales at 10am. Luke's flatmates were having a send off for one of them who is hitch hiking her way to Morocco ( apparently its safer here than in the US?) We dropped in to say hello and ended up hanging out and talking with them until 4am because we were having so much fun! I've been sick for about a week and have a rather horrific cough so I haven't slept well at all, all week. I woke up Saturday morning coughing at around 9am after about 4ish hours of sleep. We decided to get up and go get euros for our trip to Portugal which we were leaving for on Sunday night. After that we got our packs on and started off for the Dales!

Along the canal in Skipton.

We got on the wrong bus. Well, we knew it was the wrong one- it only went about halfway to where we wanted (Skipton) and we thought "Hey, it won't be that much more to catch the next bus there and get it to Skipton." WRONG. It ended up costing us about twice as much to get to Skipton. No biggie, lesson learned. It was about 12 when we made it to Skipton. Buses make me SO carsick so it was nice to have a little break before getting on the bus to Malham, our final destination. That bus ended up being even more than the other two. We were grumbling and rather exhausted when we boarded and settled in for the last leg of the journey there. Then we entered the Dales. The photographs and videos don't do it justice. It was breathtaking. And there were baby lambs everywhere.

From the top of the first hike

We started off hiking along an ancient roman wall to a cliff that used to be a huge waterfall. See below video. I know I'm saying things in the video but the wind is too strong so you can't hear me. I'm sure it wasn't anything that interesting anyway. I'm rather ramble-y in front of the camera.

From the top we hiked down a few miles to Gordale Scar. It had a really steep waterfall in the very center, but I was too scared to climb it with my pack. That thing is heavy! At the base of the scar there is a camping ground where we had planned to pitch for the night. We went to the house to pay for a place and got in line behind a lady who was waiting for the owner. We were outside this perfect little farmhouse nestled against an ancient cliff surrounded by beautiful fields when the owner came crawling out of a very dingy, rusty, nasty little trailer. Luke said like he looked as if he had just shot up meth, dropped a cigarette on his 100 year old flannel, burned straight through it and then decided to wander out to kill us. I like to think we slipped away unseen but I'm sure it was pretty obvious we were freaked out of our minds. We decided to stay elsewhere.

Gordale Scar

It was about 5pm then and I was getting pretty tired because of my lack of sleep lately so we headed back into town the scenic way, true Talian style. Luke's dad never likes to go the same way twice if there is a new and untraveled way to go. Luke agrees. I usually agree, but my boots are about 2 sizes too small ...(I'm getting new ones before we go to Scotland- there's an awesome sale going on in Leeds for them!) Anyway, we got to town about an hourish later. The other campsite was at the top of a little hill behind the town and when we got up to it there was a tiny "No Vacancy" sign hanging on the fence. How can a field be "full"?? I saw plenty of green spaces. Stingy.

It was either hike back to the killer's campground or go to the hostel. We went to the hostel. It was fine and fairly affordable. We preceded to eat absolutely everything we had packed except for breakfast. This was our trial run, now we know we need more food.

Then all hell broke loose. We found out from the hostel lady that Malham, for three Sunday's out of the WHOLE YEAR, doesn't run buses. None at all. A taxi would be 20 pounds. We both felt that we'd already had to spend over what we wanted to to get there by bus, and we had to pay for a hostel and really didn't want to pay 20 to just get to Skipton and have to another 10 to get back home. So, being completely out of our minds, we decided to get up at 6am and walk the 12 miles to Skipton to catch the noon bus to Leeds. 12 miles isn't that far, right?? Well, truthfully, 12 miles isn't far at all its simply trying to walk it without much food, ill fitting boots and a severe time limit that made it a little difficult. Oh, and our map didn't have a sizable section which included half of our hike there. We got up at 6 and started out about 7am. The hike itself was gorgeous. We walked through tons of fields with baby lambs everywhere. We crossed a beautiful brook sever times and the final 4ish mile were along the canal which was quite busy that day (for a canal.) Anyway, we made it! We about died the last mile and I wasn't really talking to Luke in the 12th mile, but we survived and made it within 5 hours with about 3 minutes to spare!

Little Lambs!

*My loopiness in the above video: evidence of my lack of sleep*

We rushed back to our room when the bus let us off outside our housing. No time for a nap. Neither of us had packed for Funchal so we just threw stuff in our backpacks and rushed around trying to clean up before heading downtown to print off our flight tickets and get on the train. We got to the station with about an hour to spare. At 8pm our train departed for London with a bunch of switching done in Kings Cross. We got to Stanstead at about 12:30 am. It was the most trippy place I've ever been. The airport was kind of a huge room and there were people in sleeping bags and such all over the floors. So weird. We stayed there for 7 hours. It was SUCH a horrible idea to go that early even if it did save money. Never again! Even though we were completely exhausted neither of us could sleep either in the airport or on the plane.

The Airport in Funchal

 We are now if Funchal and it was completely worth all the trauma getting here! Its so gorgeous. We met a couple who have been coming here for 8 years and they showed us around the resort. They were both so sweet and told us to assure our parents that it is completely safe here. I'll post photos as a get them. I've brought my camera so hopefully there will be more than just iPhone shots on the blog for a bit!

On our walk after dinner tonight

The bus ride to our hotel!

We love it here

Yay for a week of sleeping and sunning!