In the summer of 1993 Paul, Nate and Laura went to England. We'd like to say that after three weeks we returned to the United States with a better understanding of English life and culture. Unfortunately we were young and stupid so all we came back with was stories about hanging around the place we stayed watching "Telly". Also we went to see Jurrasic Park... great flick!
Nate kept a journal of his travels in Great Britain... Paul and Laura kept similar books but filled them with silly drawings. Presented here for the first time is Chef "Nate" Elf's English Travel Journals.... enjoy.
[The words in red are the words of Present Day Nate. You don't think that's too vain do you?]
Sunday July 25, 1993
Here we go with the jet lag. Paul and I aren't tired. We went outside and took pictures of the campus at night. We ate cheese and now we're taking turns inventing stupid animals and drawing them. Here are some pictures.
But other than that, there's nothing to do but sit here and wish we could sleep.
I'm wearing the socks that I
stole borrowed from British Airways. They're pretty comfortable. The socks unfortunately do not hold the special power of eliminating jet lag.
I haven't slept all night as far as I can remember. I tried to get to sleep but it was tough because for some reason Paul kept insisting that I was Greek. I had a piece of cheese about an hour ago. I hope this vacation gets better so I have something mildly interested to write about! Today was supposed to be the day to get over the jet lag. Oops.
I woke Paul up with some PK Gum and we had some scotch pancakes and some delicious cereal. They had Sultana Bran too. Not Raisin Bran, Sultana Bran with 10% more sultanas!
We watched Telly for a while and we saw Douglas the cheeseman again. Also, we watched the most terriblest show called "The Littlest Hobo." It was about a dog.
Paul and I walked to the Super Store. It was nothing if not "super." My knee seems to be secreting something resembling Orange Marmalade. I hope it stops, although I have an unending topping for my toast.
[I think I fell while carrying a computer the day before we left. I was carrying a computer with the monitor and keyboard on top and foolishly taking two steps at a time up a steep concrete stairwell. I fell but took the brunt of the damage so as to not damage any of the worthless information saved on my computer. Mostly this consisted of the game "Stunts," a bunch of Splash! files and my saved games for Wolfstein 3D.]
Just got back and unpacked our stuff. Paul and I looked for the cheese spread from the commercial but we couldn't find it. I didn't know if you needed exact change to get onto the bus so I asked the driver "Do you need change?" to which he replied, "No, I have plenty!" So I gave him £10. It appears that I may have just driven full speed into a "language barrier."
[ ;-) ]
Done supper! We're going to entertain ourselves until the movie "Time Bandits" comes on Telly. Before dinner we had the Twiglets. It was an English "treat" that tasted like burnt bacon. Badly burnt bacon. They have a strange definition of the word "treat" on this side of the Atlantic.
After the movie we played a hot round of poker. There's a rumour in the air about possibly going and doing something tomorrow but who knows? It's anybody's game.
[I'm going to start rating the days on how well I think they were spent. Today's grade: F]
End of Day 3
Next time: Doner Kebabs and Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles!