Well, I have hit the jackpot as my hostel in Oxford has free unlimited Internet. So I’ve put some photos up of the last week or so. I’ll try to add the rest to Facebook tomorrow.
I left Liverpool early this morning after feasting on my roast chicken and veggies last night. I ate it all in about five minutes flat, including the cabbage. Oh, yum. I liked Liverpool, but probably saw it a year too early as most of the city is under construction for next year, when Liverpool will be the EU’s City of Culture 2008. Construction cranes were everywhere, and most of the main roads were blocked off. It looks like they cleaned up Manchester, now halfway through Liverpool, and here’s hoping they move on to Glasgow next.
I haven’t seen much of Oxford yet, but the first thing that hit me is nobody drives around here. The town is a picture of fitness, everyone either was riding their bike around or walking (or running, proudly displaying their Oxford University windcheaters). There was even a group of old men in tuxes walking down the main road. Except for the aforementioned old men, everyone seems to wear a uniform of a collared shirt, trousers and sensible shoes. In pastels.
It’s like Duloc in Shrek. I must have looked a sight getting off the bus struggling under the weight of my backpack that has only started to feel heavy since Glasgow. I still haven’t gotten over Glasgow.
Tomorrow I’m off to do some serious outlet shopping, yet probably won’t be able to fit anything in the backpack. I really need a name for that backpack, as it seems to me that it has a personality of its own. Anybody have any ideas?