In Fall 2000 my friend Aaron travelled through Britain, Ireland, Scottland,
and Wales. These are some of the Pics he brought back with him (mind the
Neverwhere references...I just can't help myself)
This is THE castle used for the last scene in Monty Python and The Holy
Grail...I just love that!
The best part of this pic is that this is the entrance to the castle used
for the first Highlander movie :)
another pritty castle...
This is a lovely picture of a waterfall that didn't turn out cause my scanner
sucks
I'm not certain but I believe this is a view from Ben Nevis
This is most definitely the top of Ben Nevis. Aaron was on his way to see a lovely waterfall one afternoon during his travels. He couldn't find it, so he decided to climb what he determined to be a hill...it was in fact Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in Scottland... silly boy! He climed to the top the next day and got this awesome series of pics...
The vending machine in Earl's Court
Mind the gap
"You will be pleased to know that I have ridden the tube with appropriate
caution. I didn't sample
any of the vending machines in Earl's Court, but I have always obeyed the
recorded admonition
to"Mind the gap." Furthermore, I have refrained from going to Islington.
I gave a bit of money to someone who needed a place
to stay, but I haven't had to rescue any
damsels in distress yet, whether bleeding on the street or otherwise.
And I doubt you'd believe me
if I tried to tell you that I was sharing a room with Mr.s Croup and Vandemar.
Tomorrow, I take
a train up to York."
(neverwhere references...had to be there)
One of the Giant's Causeways...these naturally occuring rock formations are amazing. I wanna get out there!
and of course, a stone circle. I'm not sure which island this is from,
but apparently the mid summer sun rises directly between these two rocks.
exerpt here from Aaron's email correspondance of his travels....
I drank more alcohol yesterday than I had on the entire trip
beforehand: a pint and a half of beer. I was in a pub called "The Vatican,"
so I wanted to say I'd had a Guinness in the Vatican. Especially since
the
woman behind the counter had let me use her bathroom, and we'd been talking
for ten minutes before I decided to be a good customer.
She told me how the place got its name:
Formerly, the pub was owned by a very straight-laced man named Paddy. Not
over-religious, but very proper. He strongly objected to any foul language
in his pub. Now Johnny came over from the west, to work with the horses
in
Kildare. Johnny was a fine man, but it was hidden beneath a foul mouth.
Paddy spoke to him about it many a time.
One day, Johnny's pint got spilled, so he was cursing
a blue streak.
Paddy told him, "I've got other customers in here. Mind you language
or
I'll have to bar you from the pub."
Johnny replied, "F*ck it Paddy, I might as well be in
the f*cking
Vatican!"
Eventually, Paddy passed away, and the pub was taken over by someone
who'd
been working there when this story took place. He was the one who changed
the name, and the name was there yesterday I drained a half-pint in the
Vatican.
...I love that story :)
Take me back to North America