On Sunday, we took a high speed train out of London to Dover, home of the famous white cliffs. We tried to follow Fromers travel guide to get the castle, but a jolly English fellow told us that the 15 minute walk in the travel guide was really an uphill 30 minute hike. We took a cab. The castle was amazing. It's all about location location locations, and this place really had it. We were able to tour the underground secret tunnels used during the war. The smell reminded me of Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyland. Why is it that I compare everything to Disneyland? I blame my parents. :) Anyway, the castle was stunning and so was the view. You could see the English Channel and the White Cliffs. I've always wanted to see the White Cliffs and I wasn't disappointed. Hank and I were going to hike up them, but changed our minds. It was too bloody hot and humid.
After the castle we walked down to the beach. From the castle, the beach looked inviting and sandy. However, there was no sand to be found, only river rocks. We lounged around on the beach for a while and both got sun burnt. I haven't been burnt in AZ for several years now, and here I go getting a nice red nose in one of the palest countries. On our way back from the beach, we found ourselves in the middle of a town viewing of the England/Germany Football game on a massive TV in the town square. We left after Germany scored it's 3rd goal and the hooligans started getting fussy.
I want to tour the underground tunnels! The castle sounds amazing. At first glance I thought that Hank had gone native and was the one in the water!!! (and PLEASE don't blame your parents for giving their princess such a fairytale life).
ReplyDeleteDad would have loved the underground tunnels. It was a ton of walking though and I was exhausted. Haha, the people here are less inhibited in their swim wear than we are at home.
ReplyDeleteI loved my Disneyland childhood. Everywhere I go, I can find something that reminds me of Disneyland. :)