Monday, February 18, 2013

Shrove Tuesday, Jack the Ripper, Parliament, the Globe Theatre, and Kingston Markets! (Oh my!)

Hello! You found the compass!


     I am currently sitting in a delicious bakery in downtown Kingston, reminiscing about my week so that I can keep you fully informed with what is going on. It was a busy week and, as you can no doubt tell by the title, this post will likely be long. So sit back and relax with some tea and biscuits.

     I'll start with Shrove Tuesday. If you don't know what Shrove Tuesday is, then join the club! I hadn't even heard of it until coming here. Apparently Shrove Tuesday is the day before Lent begins. It is tradition on Shrove Tuesday to use the last of the butter, milk, and sugar to make pancakes before the fast begins. Because of this, Shrove Tuesday has become known as Pancake Day! Oddly enough, me and some of my American friends had been craving pancakes only days before learning about Pancake Day. Becca and I decided that it would only be appropriate to get pancakes on Pancake Day, so we headed downtown to Woody's Bar and Kitchen where we'd heard they were serving pancakes all day. It turns out that the pancakes were free (though a small donation to charity was asked) so long as we cooked our own. The pan, burner, toppings, and batter were all ready. That day marked the first time I had cooked my own food in a restaurant! It also marked the day when we found out that the "pancakes" were a lie.

What we expected:




What we got:
"The cake is a lie" has never had a better real-life application.

     Those thin, crepe-like things are what the British call pancakes. Don't get me wrong here, they were still very good! They just weren't quite what we were expecting. If you are interested in making British Liecakes at home, here is the link to a recipe Kingston University posted on pancake day:  http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/basicpancakeswithsuga_66226
     (Oh, and if you ever come to Britain and want bacon with your pancakes, don't expect the bacon to be what you're used to either! I didn't eat it on Shrove Tuesday, but I've had it on burgers and such before. The British apparently do not enjoy crispy bacon, and instead prefer it floppy and chewy. Again, still decent, but I personally love my bacon crispy. You have been warned.)

     Right, so that was Pancake Day. The next day, Wednesday, I headed into London with Amy at 6PM. We were scheduled to attend a Jack the Ripper Tour in Whitechapel which, as many of you undoubtedly know, is where he murdered his victims. I should probably start with a history of Jack and his crimes, though, just in case any readers don't know about him. (Warning: This will get graphic. I won't post pictures, but there will be descriptions. If you don't want to read it, skip down to my ridiculously-over-the-top boldfaced message reading "ENOUGH ABOUT MURDER!") Jack the Ripper is the name given to a still unidentified serial killer who terrorized London's Whitechapel district from August to November of 1888. Canonically he killed five women (all prostitutes), though there were other murders that people speculate were his doing. The canon five were Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly. Mary Ann Nichols was discovered on August 31st, 1888. Her throat had been slit twice from left to right and her abdomen mutilated. Though she was killed near a residence, nobody heard a thing. The throat slashing would have killed her right away; the abdominal wounds were administered after death. If memory serves, the tour guide described that Nichols had last been seen with a potential client as they were walking into an ally to, er, do their business. The second victim, Annie Chapman, was discovered in the early morning of September 8, 1888. As with Nichols, her throat had been slashed twice from left to right. This time, however, the killer was more brutal; Chapman's abdomen was completely slashed open and a bit of her uterus had been removed. One witness described seeing Chapman with a "genteel man" only 30 minutes before her body was found. According to our guide, by "genteel" the witness meant "Jewish" and his comment started a hate-storm against the Jews. The next victims get interesting, because Jack the Ripper struck twice in one night. His first victim was Elizabeth Stride, whose body was found at around 1AM. She was killed by a clean incision from left to right across her neck. Strangely, that was it. There is speculation that she was either not killed by Jack or that Jack was interrupted during the killing due to lack of abdominal wounds. The tour guide told a story about the man who found her: He was driving his pony and cart through a dark alley (no streetlamps, everything was dark) when his pony suddenly whinnied and stopped short. Even using a whip, the man couldn't get the pony to move. He lit a match and saw a bundle of clothing on the ground before the match went out. The man went into a nearby building and borrowed a lamp, and that is how he discovered the body. So the theory goes that this man and his pony interrupted Jack while he was killing the woman. Of course, Jack wouldn't go home without some mutilation time, so he went off to find another woman. That is how Catherine Eddowes died. Her body was found in Mitre Square (our group stood on the very spot she was found) only 45 minutes after Stride. Her throat was slit, her abdomen was ripped open, a part of her uterus was missing, and her left kidney was missing. Half of the kidney was mailed to the London police with a letter from the killer calling himself Jack the Ripper. This is where he got his name. The letter was "from Hell" according to the envelope, and the writer claimed that he had eaten the other half of the kidney. (You weren't planning on sleeping, right?) Jack must have worked quickly because, according to our guide, police were going through that area in patrols every 30 minutes. One patrol man went through and there was nothing, the next patrol man found the body. Part of Eddowes' apron was found in another area, and there was graffiti written in white chalk on a wall near the apron. Whether or not it Jack wrote the graffiti or it was coincidence is unknown. Unfortunately, nobody knows exactly what the graffiti said because the police washed it off of the wall before a photograph was taken. They did this because they feared if the graffiti was seen by the people it would spark antisemitic riots. (Remember, due to the "genteel" description the Jewish community was already hugely suspect.) The three versions of the graffiti that officers wrote down are: 
1) "The Juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing." 
2) "The Juwes are not the men who will be blamed for nothing."
3) "The Juwes are not the men to be blamed for nothing."

    There are, of course, various interpretations of the message and many questions. Why is Juwes spelled like that? What's with the double-negatives? Was it even the work of Jack? We'll never know. What do you think?

     The final murder was by far the most gruesome. Mary Kelly's body was discovered in her bed. She was naked. Her throat had been slit almost to the spine. The skin of her abdomen and thighs had been removed and thrown onto a table, and all major organs were ripped out and tossed about the room. Her breasts were cut off, arms slashed up, and her face was mutilated beyond recognition. If you desire, you can go to Wikipedia and type in "Mary Jane Kelly" to see the photograph of her body at the time of discovery. After her, Jack stopped killing. Given that a serial killer like him wouldn't just get bored with killing, I assume that he was imprisoned for another crime, institutionalized, killed, or committed suicide. If you want to know more about the suspects (5-10 main ones including a member of the Royal Family, 140 overall) or more about the Jack the Ripper mystery in general, go to http://www.casebook.org/ 


     NOW, ENOUGH ABOUT MURDER!

     Let's move on to some not-depressing stuff, shall we? Here's a picture to cheer you up:

It's okay, no more scary.
      
     My next journey took me back into London for a field trip to Parliament and the Globe Theatre. I didn't think I would enjoy Parliament as much as I did! I have never been too interested in British politics, but it was still a fascinating tour for the history and art! (I knew ahead of time that pictures weren't allowed in most of the rooms and did not bring my camera.) Here is a write-up I did for class after the trip. I hope it is informative and sparks your interest in going to Parliament. I know I recommend it!

Parliament is run by two houses: the House of Lords and the House of Commons. The House of Lords was, until 2009, was the supreme court of law for civil cases in all of the U.K. and for criminal cases in England, Wales, and Northern Ireland. They have the power to force the government to revise or even drop legislation. The House of Lords is made up of bishops, hereditary peers, and life peers. Hereditary peers, as the name suggests, pass on their titles as long as there is an heir to inherit it. The hereditary peers consist of five ranks: Duke, Marquess, Earl, Viscount, and Baron. Interestingly, most hereditary peers are no longer allowed to sit and vote in the House of Lords (the result of a 1999 act). The members of the House of Lords are not elected, but are appointed by the Queen through recommendation by the Prime Minister. Life peers only hold their titles for their lifetime instead of passing it on to an heir. Throughout Parliament, the House of Lords is represented by the color red.

I wasn't allowed to take pictures, but Google was!


            The House of Commons is made up of around 650 Members of Parliament (MPs) who are elected by the public. Each MP represents a local constituency and fights for the interests and concerns of the citizens who elected them. The MPs are members of parties, the dominant parties being the Labour and Conservative (Tory) parties. The government is formed by the party that has the largest number of MPs, though sometimes there is no majority which results in a hung parliament. The simplest summary of the role of the House of Commons is that it proposes and considers new laws, holds committees, and looks closely and critically at the policies of the government. When a new law is drafted, the House of Commons will send it to the House of Lords for review. If the House of Lords is dissatisfied, they can send it back to the House of Commons with their complaints. The new law could go between the houses for some time until both houses agree and the law moves forward. The House of Commons is represented by the color green. Also, by entering the House of Commons, visitors will have done something that even the Queen herself is not allowed to do. No monarch has been allowed into the House of Commons since King Charles I barged in and demanded the locations of five MPs who he wished to arrest for treason. This action was political suicide and ignited the English Civil War.

The House of Commons

The war didn't end well for Charles...

            The art and architecture of the palace is stunning and makes the tour worth taking even for visitors who may not be interested in politics. The most famous area in the palace is also the oldest, and it was one of my favorite rooms: Westminster Hall. It was built in 1097 by William Rufus, son of William the Conqueror, and has been the site of some very famous English trials (such as the trial of Charles I). Perhaps the most magnificent area of the hall is the ceiling, which is a self-supporting hammer-beam roof made of oak beams. It was commissioned by Richard II in 1393 and is still “the largest medieval timber roof in Northern Europe”. Richard II was also responsible for many of the embellishments of Westminster Hall, such as the angels carved into roof beams and the statues of 13 kings (likenesses of every king from Edward the Confessor to himself) which are currently in niches on the wall.


      Another amazing room for art is the Queen’s Robing Room, where the Queen puts on the Imperial State Crown and ceremonial robes before proceeding to the House of Lords for the State Opening of Parliament. There are paintings in the room depicting virtues such as hospitality, religion, generosity, courage, and mercy. The virtues are represented through the legends of King Arthur and his court. The King Arthur legend is also depicted through intricate wall carvings around the room. (I do not know if there is an architectural word for how the carvings are placed, but the best way I can describe them is that they are somewhat like the Stations of the Cross in a church.) Positioned in the center of one end of the room is a chair that I couldn’t help but notice was curiously small, as if it were made for a child. The tour guide explained that it was for Queen Victoria, who was a very short woman. I felt oddly tall when we left that room. 



     For those of you who love to shop, Parliament has a fun gift shop. You can get everything from pens, to flasks, to vodka, to books, to teddy bears! 

     After our tour in Parliament, we headed over to the Globe Theatre. The tour there was much shorter (30 minutes instead of 75!)  Again, I didn't have my camera. Luckily, Amy did!


Ceiling of the stage.

     The Globe Theatre had been shut down at one point by the Puritans who, as we know, are notorious for not having fun. It also burned down because the actors used a fake cannon in a play that they thought would just add a sound effect. Instead it sparked and set the roof on fire. The props manager was fired shortly after. [citation needed] Luckily, every one of the actors and audience members made it out alive. The current Globe Theatre opened in the 1990s, and is a replica of the one build in Shakespeare's day. They did everything exactly how it would have been done in Shakespeare's time to build it. The only thing the builders didn't know was how exactly the stage was designed, as there were no pictures. They painted the stage based on written descriptions and hoped that it looked similar. Personally, I think they did a fabulous job and Shakespeare would be happy. 

     After those trips, my weekend was quiet. Yesterday and today have given Kingston beautiful weather! I want to wrap up this blog post with a bit about Kingston's markets. Also, you may recall that I am sitting in a bakery: I have photos of that as well! 

     Kingston is an ancient market town, and the markets still exist today. There is the Ancient Market which takes place Monday-Saturday in Market Square. There are always fruit and vegetable stalls, one of which sells artisan cheese too (pictured below)! Sometimes there is a bread stall and occasionally I have seen a meat stall that sells ostrich and zebra! I might be tempted to try zebra if I ever see that stall again. (To answer your question: Why not?

One of the vendors. I bought a lemon and strawberries from him!

      I struck up a conversation with one vendor there. His name is Carlo. He is extremely polite and friendly, and I highly recommend stopping at his stall should you be in the area! His stall always has eggs, apples, and jars of what looked like apple cider. He has free samples in front of his stall and invited me to try some of the cold apple cider. (Well, in America we call it apple cider. Here it's apple juice. "Cider" refers to alcohol.) Normally I am not fond of apple juice or hot apple cider, but it was absolutely amazing! It was so good that I promptly purchased two bottles of it. He explained that his products are all organic (including the eggs) and that he hand-pressed the apple juice himself! His products are from Brambletye Farm. If you're ever in the Ancient Market, you simply must sample his apple juice. He kindly let me photograph him, his stall, and his products. (He also told me that he is in a band. He plays guitar, his friend plays fiddle, and they do gigs at The Gray Horse. At least, It think that's the pub name. I'll ask him when they're playing next time I see him!)


Free samples!



     There are more markets in Kingston than the Ancient Market. Every Monday, there is the aptly-named Monday Market from 9:00-1:30. It is a short walk from the main Market Square and has more than just food. There are rugs, clothing, make up, books, housewares, and (my personal favorite) random trinkets! I snapped a few photographs. Some of them I took covertly while I was walking, so I apologize if they're either a bit out of focus or tilted. 







Sideways flowers! (I forgot that Blogger doesn't do tall pictures...)


     My favorite stall to visit at the Monday Market belongs to a man named Bob. Bob sells random items such as jewelry, old money, stamps, plates, statues, and more. I first met him two Mondays ago (last Monday didn't have a market due to snow). We talked for a long time, as I was the only person at his stall (it was near closing time and a bit cold out). I bought two postcards from him that were made several decades ago. Each postcard has a drawing of a soldier from the Revolutionary War, and on the back is a description of their clothing and what unit they belonged to. I thought they were cool and it was only fifty pence for both! I also bought some stamps from him for a teacher at MCLA who collects them. Before I left, Bob finally asked where I was from (my accent isn't subtle; even Carlo asked about it). I told him I was from America and was studying at Kingston for a semester. He told me to hold out my hand and he put a coin in it and closed my fingers around it. He told me it was a lucky penny as thanks for coming out there (not sure if he meant coming to England or coming to his stall or both). I examined it further on the bus home: it's a very cool 1899 Queen Victoria penny. I think it will be my favorite souvenir from here. The best ones have great stories, after all. 

Bob is the man on the left.

      I will wrap up this long post by showing you all the bakery that I have fallen in love with. It is located right in the main Market Square! It's called Sweet Revenge. 
Revenge is delicious.

     The reason I first went in Sweet Revenge was because I was scouting out gluten-free places for when my dad visits me. I saw a sign in their window that said they had gluten-free cupcakes and immediately went in to test one. The atmosphere was so pleasant! The chairs and tables were quaint, it smelled great (of course), and everything was just so relaxed and welcoming! (Also, as I found out later, they have free wifi, which is how I am typing this now!) I tried out the strawberry gluten-free cupcake. It was quite good, but the frosting for the strawberry was too sweet for me personally. However, they had good hot chocolate and other delightful-looking cupcakes to try so I had to go back. I knew the gluten-free ones were up to snuff, so I moved on to regular ones. I returned the following week to try a red velvet cake cupcake, which is their second best seller. (Carrot cake is the best selling one, but was sold out when I got there.) The red velvet was one of the best red velvet cupcakes I've had, and I know and love my red velvet cake! The next time I went back was, well, about an hour ago, so here I am. I have just finished eating my carrot cake cupcake, and I know now why it sells so quickly: this is darn good carrot cake! My grandmother's carrot cake recipe is still my favorite, but this cupcake is up there with some of the best carrot cake I've had. So delicious!

You know you want one.

      The staff is very friendly here, too, which is another reason I keep coming back. One young woman that works here was very helpful when I asked if there were gluten-free restaurants she recommended. It turns out that she knew many because her mother follows a gluten-free diet! The man who I believe is the owner, Coco (I think that's his name, I've only overheard it), is very funny and welcoming. He occasionally offers gin and tonic, champagne, and whiskey to customers for a laugh. One of Coco's friends asked, "What will you do if someone actually says yes to that?" and Coco's response was "Give it to them! I think I have some in the back anyway." 
     Sweet Revenge does more than just regular cupcakes. They do layer cakes, wedding cakes, mini cupcakes, giant cupcakes, cookies, breads, and more! They also offer cupcake decorating classes and cake making classes. The owner, who I will keep calling Coco until someone tells me I'm wrong, let me take pictures of his tasty treats! 





Remember what I said about giant cupcakes?

They're huge.

I knew it would be sideways, so I took more detailed pictures! See below for a sampling of flavors you could find here.
Banoffee is a popular flavor in Britain. As the name suggests, it's banana and toffee. Hummingbird is banana and pineapple.

     And there you have it, the Sweet Revenge bakery! I will be here often...
    

Monday, February 11, 2013

A Cultural Report From Snowy Kingston...

Hello! You found the compass!


     I apologize for not posting anything last night. I was hoping that perhaps today would be a clearer day and I could do a bit of exploring around Kingston's markets and do an entry about them. However, it is cold out, massive snowflakes are plopping onto people's heads, and I'd rather stay indoors! It has been snowing or raining just about all weekend, which made the past few days fairly uneventful. So rather than telling a story about some grand adventure of mine, I will share a few pub stories and then move on to translating British English into American and reviewing some British customs (just in case any readers feel like visiting).

     Friday night, I decided to meet some of my friends at a pub in Surbiton. It was one I had been told to go to, as it supposedly had a good atmosphere and yummy fish and chips. Located right across from Surbiton Station, here is The Coronation Hall:

Photo from Google.

     The Coronation Hall is owned by the same company as The King's Tun (the pub where they had the international student night), J D Wetherspoon. From what I gather, all of the Wetherspoon pubs have the same menu and drinks. I, personally, think that The Coronation Hall is much nicer than The King's Tun, so I will likely frequent this pub. The drinks are cheap; 3.15 pounds for a double Amaretto and Coke, as I happily discovered. It is interesting to see which drinks they have and don't have. I don't know if it's all pubs here or just the Wetherspoon ones, but the bars did not stock sour mix or grenadine. If your favorite drink includes either of those, be prepared to think up another enjoyable concoction for your evening. I ordered myself a non-alcoholic drink at The King's Tun that I will definitely be ordering more often: cranberry juice and ginger ale. Not only does it taste good, but they serve it in an interesting way. The bartender gave me a glass with ice and cranberry juice, and then a separate small bottle of ginger ale. The ginger ale they gave me tasted like no other ginger ale I've tried; it had a spicy kick to it and was great by itself, but excellent when mixed with the cranberry juice.

      As for the food: it's typical pub food, so don't expect anything mind-blowing. I haven't tried the fish and chips at The Coronation Hall, but I have gotten them at The King's Tun. They're decent, but certainly not the best. What I did try at The Coronation Hall was the plate of nachos. Again, it was decent, but nothing special and certainly not 1,437 calories worth of special! That's the other thing for visitors to keep in mind: if you're on a diet, pub food generally won't be diet-friendly. Let yourself go for a night.

     A helpful note for visitors: at most of the pubs I have been to, you do not order your food from a waiter. Instead, you go up to the bar and order your food and drinks all at once and pay right after ordering. (You need to know your table number so the waiter can bring the food to you.) I quite like this system, as it completely avoids the problem of waiting for the waiter to come by and drop of the bill or take your money. When ordering food or drink, the bar is usually crowded (with people sitting at it or other people ordering). Fear not! Just walk up to anywhere at the bar and wait; the bartenders are very good and will attend to you, and they are even able to keep track of who queued first at the busiest of hours. 

    Another little tidbit: People are very social at pubs. Usually you can go to a pub alone and end up talking to someone during your time there without a problem. I haven't ever gone alone, but I have twice wound up in conversations (one was one-sided) with people while waiting for drinks. Both of those times happened this past weekend. The first was at The Coronation Hall. I was waiting to order my drink, and an older man next to me was nursing a pint. He had clearly had several beforehand, as he appeared quite intoxicated. He looked at me and smiled, so I smiled and nodded at him before turning my attention back to the bar. He stammered, "young lady..." I turned to look at him, but he didn't continue his sentence at first; he just sat there, smiling and red-faced. He managed to continue with what I think was a "you look nice tonight" (the pub was loud and he was mumbling and stammering, so understanding this man was not easy). I said "thank you" and again turned my attention to waiting for the bartender. The man kept trying to communicate but found it impossible to form full sentences, or even full words. By the time I got my drink he simply said "young lady" before making a series of slow, shaky hand gestures that I couldn't even begin to interpret. I said my goodbye and headed to my table. I doubt he'll remember the exchange. 

     The second exchange took place the following night at The King's Tun. Lauren and I were waiting for a few of our friends to show up when a man at the table next to us struck up conversation. His name was Aaron. He asked us all about where we were from, how long we'd be here. Though very red-faced and quite tipsy, at least we could understand this man! Poor fellow had a bad memory from the drinking, though. He asked Lauren how long she'd been in England roughly four times before his friend told him to shut up. Then another man arrived and Aaron introduced him as "my mate Monty, he's a good man." Monty laughed and told us not to listen to a word Aaron had been saying, because "he is the biggest liar in England." Aaron pointed at us and said, "Got American girls here, Monty. Americans!" So we related our stories of where we were from and why we were in England to Monty before our friends showed up. It made for an amusing start to our Saturday night.The pub atmosphere is one I will miss when I return to America.

     Now, on to discussing a few British customs I've noted (then we'll get on to the British to American dictionary). The first thing I noticed about England was how well everyone dressed. It is rare to see somebody casually wearing sneakers out and about. No, sneakers are for exercise and sport only. It's the same thing with sweatshirts: it is rare to see someone walking around with even a zippered sweatshirt, let alone the pull-over kind. Everyone dresses quite nicely. 

     One thing that threw me for a loop was the greeting that shopkeepers and others will give. Rather than saying "Need help finding anything?" or "How are you?" they will greet you with "You doin' alright?" or "You alright, there?" The first time I heard this, I didn't know what the proper response was and stammered out a "Er, yes, yes I am alright...are YOU alright?" I have since gotten used to it. I don't know if there is a "proper" response, but a simple "Doin' alright, yeah. Yourself?" seems to suffice. When in doubt, just listen to how the other shoppers respond.

     Now, for a small lesson about words. Below are British words translated into American. I hope it gives some help to anyone who wants to visit England in the future. (There are many more examples. These are just the ones I've run into so far...)

     Hob =  Burner (on a stove)

     Biscuit = Cookie (but cookie does not equal biscuit. Brits don't have a term that I've found for what we think of as cookies, besides "American Cookies". I also have yet to figure out what American Biscuits are called here, if anything. Here's an article about it: http://rangspeakyourmind.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/cookie-vs-biscuit-the-american-british-divide/ )

     Chips = French Fries

     Crisps = Chips

     Tube = Subway

      Pavement = Sidewalk

     Bangers and Mash = Sausages and Mashed Potatoes

     Jacket Potato = Baked Potato

     Trainers = Sneakers

    

        
     Well, that's it for this entry! Short and sweet. I'll have more to report this weekend after my trip to the Globe Theater and Parliament! Until then...Cheers!
   

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Baker Street (and Photo Frenzy)


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     My weekend started on Friday at 3PM in the Rose Theater, where Kingston University kindly puts together an International Cafe on the first Friday of every month. It gives international kids a time to relax, enjoy hot drinks together, and learn about new cultures. The theme of this cafe was Chinese new year! We got chopsticks, learned our Chinese zodiac signs (I am a ram, though I've known that for awhile thanks to my love of going out for Chinese food), and had a pleasant time. The meeting ended at five, and me, Becca, and Amy didn't want to just go home and face the concerned judgement of our landlords (for me and Becca) and dorm-mates (for Amy) for being inside at 5 on a Friday night. So, we ventured out to a pub in Surbiton called The Duke of York. We each got a burger (I got a Hercules burger which had feta and red onion on it, I can't recall Becca's choice, and Amy got a wild boar burger) and devoured them; that place has great burgers and excellent chips (er, fries). We stayed as long as we could and enjoyed drinks (well, a single drink in my case) before giving up on finding things to do and heading home at around seven. (It turns out after all that, Amy got lovingly judged by her dorm mates anyway for drinking so early. We tried.)

     The most exciting day of the weekend for me was Saturday (yesterday) when I got to start the day with something tasty: I saw, and ate, a hot cross bun for the first time. I knew the little rhyme about them as a kid, but had never actually seen a hot cross bun. In fact, I had become ninety percent sure that they didn't exist until I saw a package of them in Sainsbury's. Of course I had to try them. They are absolutely delicious when toasted with butter! (For those who don't know, hot cross buns are little spiced fruit breads with a cross on top. They are usually an Easter treat, according to the packaging.)

    After excitedly eating my first hot cross bun, I met Amy at Surbiton Station. We headed into London and had one goal in mind: 221B Baker Street, the most famous address in history. We did want to see a little bit of London on the way, so rather than get off the tube at the Baker Street station, we got off on the one before it: Bond Street.


     The Bond Street station brought us out to Oxford Street (I know, it seems silly; I imagine there is actually a Bond Street in the area though) which is known for being a fantastic shopping place. There certainly were a lot of shops, including two Gaps, a Forever 21, a Disney Store, and more. We didn't walk the entire length of Oxford Street, but that is a mission I will take on in the near future for the sake of any shoppers reading this blog! (I'm looking at you, Aunt Louise!)

     Now, I should note that before leaving for Baker Street I had looked up directions from Bond Street Station to Baker Street so we would know where to walk. I knew the street we had to look for, and that we had to go West, but I didn't know which way West was. So we decided to just pick a direction and hope for the best. It turns out it was the wrong direction (we found a map), but we were only delayed for a few minutes and it was, in fact, a good thing that we went the wrong way. You see, Amy had been told about a famous cookie place in London that she absolutely had to try. The problem was that she couldn't remember the name. As we were walking the wrong way down Oxford Street very shortly after exiting the station, I smelled the wonderful smell of freshly baked cookies. Amy pointed at a sign and gasped "That's the place! We have to go there!" Well, she didn't have to tell me twice! That's how we ended up each grabbing a cookie and a hot cocoa from Ben's Cookies. FYI: A "milk chocolate chunk" cookie (what I got) is a delicious, still-slightly-gooey cookie with a big clump of melted chocolate in the middle. It is divine.



      If you're a Sherlock Holmes fan, you might picture Baker Street the way it is in the books. Even if you haven't read any of the books before visiting, perhaps you picture it like I did: a quaint little street with old-time looking buildings and shops. It turns out that besides Sherlock and John's house, Baker Street is very much in line with modernity. Behold a not-so-great picture (I was walking, okay?) of Baker Street today:



     Baker Street is not at all what I was expecting, even size-wise. The road is very long and has some incredibly modern buildings.

    Despite that, Amy and I were extremely giddy as we walked down the street in search of anything Sherlock Holmes related. I did snap a picture of the classic Baker Street sign (for Mom, by request) while I was there. (Street signs in London, by the way, are often very hard to find and/or placed up high on buildings.)


     Finally, in the distance, I saw the famous profile of a man with a pipe and a deerstalker. We had arrived! 




     The entry fee for the museum is only six pounds for adults and four pounds for children, and it's worth every penny! The museum is the house itself, and guests get to explore the living room, the bedrooms of Sherlock and John, Mrs. Hudson's room, an attic, and more. There are plenty of props based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's descriptions of the house and they make the guest feel completely a part of the Sherlock world. It truly feels like Sherlock and John were actually living there at one point and that it is an absolute honor to look through the house of such marvelous detectives. 221B is a must-see. Here are several pictures I took of the inside (I apologize if some are a bit blurry; I didn't want to use the flash because they would be too bright, but it was so dark that not using it may have caused blur in some). 
























     Though I didn't attempt to read John's journal, I did read a letter written to John from Sherlock that was on display. Here is the letter, and below is what it says (if you have trouble reading it): 




"8th October 1888

My Dear Watson,

     Congratulate me on the great success of my blackmailing case! A royal scandal has been averted. Friends in high places have not thought it inappropriate to offer their personal felicitations upon my achievement in the National interest, and have suggested a choice of Public Awards and a number of interesting new proposals. I find that London life suits me very well at the moment. I have some excellent companions with whom to dine and have had some some amusing conversations with that young investigator, Martin Howitt, whom you met the other week. There are some fine concerts at present and Mrs. Hudson has been excelling herself in consoling me with her most perfect breakfasts and a warm fire. 
     Persevere in your own efforts on Dartmoor, my dear Watson, and do not feel that you must return to London with undue haste. Enjoy yourself. No doubt you have already resolved that small mystery for which you so gallantly volunteered. 
                                                Yours in high spirits,
                                                               S.H."


     After the museum, guests should absolutely check out the gift shop! It offers quality goods for any price range and is quite simply a lot of fun to look through. I bought myself two prints of Sherlock-related paintings, a bookmark, and (for only 15 pounds) the complete stories of Sherlock Holmes! Yes, all of the stories and short stories in one big, heavy book! I am very happy with my new reading material.

     Before leaving, we got pictures outside with the museum watchman. Don't let his expression fool you; he was a very polite young gentleman who referred to me as "madame"! 


     So ended our Baker Street adventure, and my Saturday. I think I'll go back there sometime before I leave. It was a very enjoyable visit. 


     Today, my adventure into London was for Photo Frenzy. Photo Frenzy, if I haven't mentioned it before, was essentially a photography scavenger hunt. Each team was given a set of clues and a question to go with the clue. We had to guess the monument in the clue correctly, take a photograph of the team with the monument, and answer the question about the monument correctly. Despite having gotten the most monuments, my team lost. (Sad day.) If nothing else, walking around to all of the monuments helped me get my bearings in London a little more and I was able to discover places that I want to go back to in the near future. After the hunt, we got lunch at Planet Hollywood before doing a bit of walking around on our own. The journey took us to Covent Garden which, unlike what the name implies, was more of a market. There were plenty of street performers to watch and little shops to poke around in. I really want to go back there soon and take a better look at things. Before getting back on the train, I got some pictures of the Thames, the Eye, and Big Ben at night. Enjoy!




     With those pleasant images in your mind, I wish you a goodnight from Kingston. Until next time...Cheers!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Windsor Castle and a Sunday Roast

Hello! You found the compass!


     Yesterday, the international students got to take a free trip to Windsor Castle, the oldest and largest occupied castle in the world and one of the queen's official residences (it's her favorite weekend home). Thankfully, the weather was not nearly as bad as it was the day before.


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"Weekend home." (photo: wikipedia)



    Right from the get-go, I was very excited for this trip. It would be my first trip into a castle and, of course, my first visit to a castle town. As we approached, I admit the nerd in me became very happy and got the Hyrule Castle Town song from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time stuck in my head. It's a catchy little tune, so I didn't mind so much.

"This town is a great place! Doggies having a race! Don't break that person's vase, or he will rip off your face!"-Lyrics according to youtube.



     In order to get into Windsor, guests must go through an airport-like security check. It's not quite as strict as airports (hats, shoes, and coats can be kept on) but they have the same types of machinery. There are certain items that are prohibited as well, and one kid in our group discovered that locking knives are illegal in Britain. Out of habit, he had taken his pocketknife with him to the castle (not a great decision) and it turns out that because it was a locking knife, it had to be confiscated and destroyed. Luckily the Swiss Army Knife that he also carries around (two knives are necessary?) was not taken away, which was good because apparently it was a keepsake that was 40 years old. Before security, guests get their first close look at Windsor Castle!






     After getting through security, guests have the option of picking up a free audio guide. Becca, Amy, and I chose not to, as we wanted to go at our own pace through the castle before trying to get to the statue of King George III before we had to leave. (The statue was not right near the castle, but more on that in a bit.) As we passed the audio guide stand, we moved on into the castle! Pictures were not allowed inside, which is too bad because it's magnificent. There were rooms decorated just with weapons (pistols, rifles, sabers), rooms filled with portraits, rooms lines with famous crests, rooms with armor, and more. One of the most interesting attractions at the castle was Queen Mary's Dollhouse. It was built by a famous architect for Queen Mary between 1921 and 1924. The house is enormous and intricately detailed. There are thousands of little objects made by leading designers and craftsmen, as well as a garden, a wine cellar, running water, electricity, working lifts, and a library stocked with original books written specifically for the dollhouse by famous writers. For a look at the dollhouse, go here (and try not to forget that it is a *dollhouse*): http://www.royalcollection.org.uk/queenmarysdollshouse/home.html



Blogger, I thought we were friends.
Guards patrolling the castle.


Even sideways, this lamp is more regal than I will ever be.

My personal favorite picture.



Entrance to the Queen Mary's Dollhouse area.



Saint George's Chapel



Me: "Are we allowed to get pictures with him?" Amy: "Well, he can't say no, right?"


     As our castle adventure came to an end, we decided to eat at a pub in the castle town. (Why not, right? That's certainly a Britain-only experience.) We ended up at The Three Tuns which, as it turns out, has a bit of history to it! (My fish and chips were delicious, by the way.)




     Now, onto the story about the King George III statue. Upon arrival at Windsor, the students were told that we could go see the statue if we felt like walking The Long Walk, which we were told was two miles from the castle to the statue (it's actually a little more than two and a half miles, so about 5 miles round-trip). Becca, Amy, and I wanted to do it, and it turns out we were the only international kids who went for it. The walks starts at the front gate of Windsor Castle...



...and ends over two and a half miles away at the statue of King George III.

"Is that the statue or a tree?" -Us

    The Long Walk lived up to its name, though it became an even longer walk when we encountered a mind-boggling distraction that nobody warned us about: a deer park. 

   

     Roughly halfway through the walk, walkers pass through a gate into a deer park. The road is still there to follow and all, but if travelers look to the right they might see this:








(I made the photos bigger than normal Blogger size so the deer are easier to see.) We were about as surprised and stunned as I imagine you are right now. I have never seen so many deer in one place! We stopped to admire them and take pictures for awhile before continuing the walk to King George III. When we finally made it, we stopped to admire the view and be amazed at what a long walk the Long Walk was. 

Blogger, you're putting a damper on my climactic moments.

Inscription on the statue. "Georgio Tertio Patri Optimo Georgius Rex."
The view of our walk back. I wished the road was ice and I had a sled.
Victorious!

     I wasn't planning on walking that far when we left, so I was wearing boots instead of sneakers. My feet were hurting a bit by the end and had acquired a few blisters, but it was completely worth it. (Somehow, many women we saw on the walk were in high heels. I don't know how they do it.)

     Fun fact about England that we noticed on the walk: there are lots of dogs. Usually they are small ones, which makes sense for people living in cities or small flats. The dogs we saw on the Long Walk were all extremely cute and superbly well behaved; almost none of them were on leashes, yet they stayed by their owners and didn't bolt after other dogs. It was impressive. 

    And so, our journey to Windsor ended. Despite being tired, we managed to walk all the way back to the coach buses and got there exactly on time. The rest of my day was simple: I went grocery shopping at Sainsbury's and went home.

     Today the only event going on was a traditional Sunday roast at a pub called the Bishop Out of Residence. I will definitely be returning to that pub during the semester, as it is right on the Thames, has free wi-fi, the decor is very nifty, and overall has a good atmosphere. I would love to go there do work on assignments and drink tea while overlooking the river. (See? Doesn't that sound nice?) Anyway, the roast: whoever says that England has bad food has never tried this traditional Sunday roast. I would have cleaned my plate if I'd had room! The beef, potatoes, vegetables, and Yorkshire pudding (which is not at all what Americans think of when we think "pudding") were delicious.

     Now you're all caught up. Classes start tomorrow (though I have Mondays and Fridays off, hooray!) so there won't be as much to write about now that I'm getting into the academic year. Posts will probably be once a week. I think I have something planned for almost every weekend that I'm here (including day trips on a few Fridays for my British Life and Culture class) so I should have something to write about once a week. We'll see. I am still planning what to do with my Spring Break (which is three weeks long here). If I can manage it, a trip to Ireland sounds good! That will certainly give me things to write about as well.

    Next post will likely be next Sunday. Until then...Cheers!