Yesterday I caught an early morning train to Cambridge, and gosh was it beautiful. Warm, sunny, rich with history and dripping with school children in full uniform. Lots of bikes, and most of them were either collapsible or giant cruisers with massive wicker baskets on the handlebars.

 

I spent the first two hours at the Cambridge Botanic Gardens, a sprawling 40-acre wonderland of bees, butterflies, trees, and flowers.

 

And don’t forget the cafe.

Hot chocolate with spinach-salmon pasta. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

 

Then I just wandered the city:

Punting tours around the canal! Didn´t have enough time to do one myself since I was only in Cambridge for a matter of hours.

I can´t remember which college this was because they were all to confusingly beautiful and there were so many.

 

I found a tower to climb! I like to climb towers wherever I go so I can get a different perspective of the city. I didn´t climb St. Peter´s Basilica in Rome and have regretted it ever since, so now I make sure not to miss a good opportunity. Cambridge´s tower was fantastic! Super windy up top, and I was relatively alone up there. Plus, it seemed like the type of tower that really isn´t meant to be climbed that often, so those are always fun. Once I got to the top, it felt like the floor could give out any second, but the view was great:

This is King´s College Chapel. So pretty, but there was an admission fee to go inside!

Again, can´t remember the name of this pretty college.

 

I believe this is called The Round Church, but it just reminds me of something hobbits might gather in for town meetings. (:

 

After massaging my feet, I slept the entire train ride back into London.

I had an hour to kill before The Book of Mormon, so I grabbed some dinner in Chinatown and popped into M&M World.

 

As far as The Book of Mormon goes: 10/10 overall, 15/10 on comedy, and very/inappropriate. I was laughing practically the whole time, and when I wasn’t laughing, I had a ridiculously giant smile plastered to my face. I thought the cast would have British accents, but sadly, most of them were American anyway haha. The boy who played Elder Cunningham was even in the original Broadway cast!

The Prince of Wales Theatre was also fantastic. Not a bad seat in the house, and I was sitting very top row, dead center between some Brits and some Frenchies.

 

I decided to take a double decker bus back to the hostel, because why not? I think I know now where J.K. Rowling got the idea for the Knight Bus, because I certainly felt like I was on it. I sat in the very front on the top deck, and from my perspective, it seemed that we were either going to tip over or crush someone below us every few seconds! Glad I survived! (There were no shrunken heads or magical face-squishings though.)

 

Back at the hostel, things were hoppin’. I stayed on top of a pub, so while I stood in the stairwell and chatted with The Significant Other, I heard loud, drunken renditions of Miss American Pie, Wonderwall, and another tune no one could quite agree on. (:

I was woken this morning by a shrieking fire alarm. All the girls in my room, myself included, thought it was just someone’s phone alarm, so we all lay there angrily for a solid minute before one girl finally asked. It wasn’t until then that we all realized it was probably too loud to be a wake up call. Thank goodness it went off though, because I fell asleep after turning my own alarm off thirty minutes earlier and probably would have missed my train!

Speaking of which, I’m on a train now. To Edinburgh we go! Weather forecasts are rainy for the next nine days of my adventure, so let’s hope the weathermen were wrong.

Luckily Mr. Robot Man carries around his hard, plastic, waterproof shell everywhere he goes, like a turtle, so he’ll have nothing to worry about. I’ll keep you posted on my end. Until next time.

Venlig hilsen/ Best regards/ Cheerio,
Lizzy-wa