Easter weekend

break time!

Over Easter weekend this year, me, Sam, Guy, George and Rory hired a car to drive down to West Bay, Dorset, to stay in a caravan and see a bit more of the UK. Yep. We went there again. With the car hiring I mean. This time we had back up plans, yarns, people on call, the works. We were going for a flawless victory this time. Guy and I went out on the tube (its like 60 quid cheaper from the airport) and walked in like yes this is our day. We went up, and the guy asked me if I had my paper license. Why would I have that on me man. He was deadset like sorry you can't have the car. Keeping our cool and giving a thousand alternatives to his no, and maybe even a wee bit of an 'I'm actually not leaving without the car' moment he went out back and I was thinking all hope was lost. But no! Success! He came back and sent us off to row 3&4 to pick a car and huzzzzah we got a car with only 12kms on the clock. Sweet deal.

Aaaanywho, aside from that thrilling tale of car hire, we left the next morning to go via Stonehenge and hit standstill traffic about an hour out. Joy. The two hour drive ended up as a four hour roll but ah, whatevs. I love driving, we had music. It was fun. And finally! Stonehenge! The stones of my dreams! I remember as a youngin watching some random British movie at Christmas time about King Arthur and some crazy witches or something, and they went into Stonehenge and opened a secret passage underneath. Since then I've been like oooo gotta see it. Alas, no secret passage to a cavern underneath.

From there we drove to West Bay, checked into our (awesome) caravan and set about drinking, failing at finding a pub meal (too late at 10pm) then discovering the awesomeness that was the campground 'disco' which consisted of 12 year olds, drunk grandmas, and some pretty sweet music (Guys got baggy paaaants).

Next day we hired bikes and went on a MAD AS bike ride up mountains and cliffs and fields and whoa. It was hard, but really good. Really really hard. There was a pub at the end yussss so we got a tasty massive meal (I actually ordered two mains and smashed the lot, biking makes me huuuungry) then we took the road way back. Turns out that was the worst idea ever - up hill, tiny English highways, cars who don't seem to bother giving you ANY room. Suffice to say, it was a nightmare. But a short one. We got to the top, and chilled out before choosing a scenic country road down to the camp.

That night we went to one of the 3 pubs in West Bay for dins, but we had earlier pigged out on cheese and crackers so I got myself a dessert as a main, which was amaaazing. The day after Sam and Rory went off to play gold while George\, Guy and me drove round the countryside a bit. Or rather, I became the backseat troll and read/glanced up every so often ahhaha. We visited a place called Beer, walked around, watched a mini train carrying mainly adults, tried to visit some underground mines, then picked up the boyezzz. No casualties, even tho they did have a golf cart.

We took a scenic route home also, past a place called Durdle Door, which is the white cliffs and windy looking weather photos at the end there. Pretty sweet spot.

So yeah. We are off on another camping/biking trip this long weekend, which will be super, we are actually taking a tent now that it's a bit warmer. Yee-haaa. Until after.