Monday, March 10, 2014

Adventures in Bristoland

1 March, 2014

What do you do when you’re in England, have an unquenchable thirst for sightseeing, and a travel budget that’s stretched to the breaking point? A staycation!!! (Get it? Like vacation… but… staycation :D)

I am so incredibly blessed to be living in Bristol, a city rich not only with its fair share of grand architecture, but also with a unique English atmosphere that I truly believe can only be found here. (Do I sound like a travel advert yet?) But really, it’s pretty great.

However – as I am sure many of you can relate – the hometown is always the one least travelled. Whether it’s because we feel there will always be time to go visit those hidden beauties later, or because we feel dignified that we – as residents –are above following the camera-clad, Hawaiian shirt wearing, fanny pack armed, crowd of tourists into the overpriced but equally beautiful parts of our respective cities, those stones remain unturned by us.

In spite of – or perhaps because of – this, I decided it was time to cast aside my pride (and also salvage my poor wallet) and march happily along the path of tourists, camera and all. I am now happy to report that it was totally worth it. Who needs their pride, anyway? I have pictures. Totally better.

When aiming for the touristy-est of touristy, where better than the zoo? Especially the Bristol Zoo, which is known to be the second best in Britain, following London.
Driving on the right side like a pro.


Master of Yoga
Where to next on this thrilling quest? Where else but the Clifton Suspension Bridge, queen of the Bristol tourist locations.







*In the voice of a game show host announcing prizes*

This beautiful, architectural ground-breaker is a must-see for any Bristolian traveller. Complete with historical significance, a beautiful view, a background of rolling countryside hills, and its very own suicide helpline, this beauty is the Golden Gate Bridge of England and isn’t to be missed!




*Throws cheesy voice into the corner with every intention of leaving it there to rot… or maybe to make a reappearance in a later blog.* Guess you’ll just have to wait and see! Muhahaha!

*Cough*

After the suspension bridge, we made what I thought would be a casual trip back to the university side of town. How wrong I was.

We stopped at Anna’s hall so she could change into a new jacket and soon came to realise that we had all been jipped on the whole housing situation.

Anna just casually lives where a scene from Sherlock was filmed... nbd.



After that, we got some dinner before meeting up with more people for the Apple and a great ending to a great day.



5 March, 2014

Needless to say, we didn’t come close to seeing all there is to see in Bristol. Therefore, here comes Installation II: A return to Bristoland!!

This time, our adventures were had in the form of a hike. Trust me when I say, just the walk to the bridge was a hike in and of itself! We headed across the Suspension Bridge, through the other side of Bristol (or was it even Bristol) I didn’t even know existed, and eventually to the trails where our journey was to begin.



After carefully and strategically mapping out our journey (aka pointing at a black line through the forest and declaring it to be the bridge, realising bridges go over water, really finding the bridge, then choosing a trail at random) we set off! If our expert trail-finding skills weren’t omen enough, as we began the descent on our chosen path, a man with his two dogs passed us in the opposite direction. He kindly offered a, “Careful, it’s quite muddy along here”. As was wise – I am sure – we shrugged it off and thanked him before blindly skipping along our merry way. At some point, three things became very clear to us:

  1. The explanation for that jogger we had seen on our way over here with mud up to his knees.
  2.  That nice man could be the last person on earth to ever see us and we probably should have given him a message for our families.
  3. When you live in a country that rains quite literally every day, walking trails are muddy. (How we didn’t anticipate this one, I don’t know.)



We were told this path would take us under the bridge. At this point, we were a little disappointed :P
Though eventually we found the real bridge!

Yeah... nice try, Bristol! Us Californians have seen the real thing...
Overall, it was just another in a series of great days.

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