Thursday, November 02, 2006

Giants' Dance


Welcome one and all to the Real Adventures of Sir Alex of Daw! Today’s adventure takes our hero to Stonehenge and the city of Bath!

Our hero first left for the amazing historical site of Stonehenge early in the morning. His eagerness was felt by those all around him. As his hour ride bus trip came upon the majestic site he was stunned. For as the bus made its way onto the Salisbury Plain, cresting the horizon his gaze was fixated on the site of Stonehenge glowing in the morning sun, a sight our hero will NEVER forget.


As his coach bus pulled into the car park he was amazed as he realized his long awaited dream was about to come true.

As he rose from the underground passage our hero’s eyes widened with awe. His dream had finally come true, he was standing in front of what they called in days of old, the “Giants’ Dance”. He remembers how the old legend went, that Giants dancing in a circle with arms upon one another’s shoulders were frozen to stone. He also remembered the legend that Merlin moved the stones from a mountain top in Ireland to the spot on Salisbury Plain using his magical prowess. Yes our hero, Sir Alex of Daw was in his element. All the magical stories he remembered as a kid flushed his memories, making the circle of stones all that much better.




He circled the Giants’ Dance taking pictures from every angle, so much so that those traveling along side him that day were starting to worry what others thought and abandoned him to his own devices. Did our hero falter, no; he kept on living in the moment.


Realizing that the time restraints set upon him by his tour guide were coming to an end, he took one last long look at the stone structure, not knowing when he would lay eyes upon it again, face downward cast, he made his way to the gift shop and was the last to board the coach to continue his journey to the city of Bath.


Upon the trek from Stonehenge to Bath he learned of a town that his coach passed was a modern day ghost town. The town was once thriving pre WWII, but as the Nazi party became more of a threat, Britain needed a town to practice war games. The British army then came to the town and ordered everyone out. The British Government paid everyone for their property and gave them a deadline. Once the locals moved out, the government moved in and began their war games. Once WWII ended and the town lay waist, the threat of the cold war was on rise as well as the threat of a possible war in Russia. Thus, the British government rebuilt the town in the looks of a Russian town and it sits in that same fashion on the outskirts of the Salisbury Plain next to two other small villages, as a modern day open secret.

With such stories our Hero was gleeful once more, and looked for the city of Bath.

Driving through the country side, the sun shown down upon the dewy grass reflecting its rays into the eyes of passerby’s. Then, upon the horizon rose the ancient Roman city of Bath, known worldwide for its natural hot springs which the Romans bent to their will.



Once Sir Alex of Daw set forth upon the city of old, he journeyed towards the well known baths and found them to be “nifty” but not quite astounding as the Standing Stones on the Salisbury Plain. He meandered through the ancient Roman baths and found them interesting, but not awe inspiring, so he set himself upon the city centre. Teaming with merchants and people, our hero bravely navigated through the crowds to stores of intrigue and finally upon a market centre where sustenance abounded. He picked from an assortment of foods, which he had never laid before upon his lips, and found them both intriguing. Though if one were to ask our hero today as to what he consumed you would find his memory slips him.


Then, as if the Gods themselves were pointing to it, he saw with amazement a sign that read “milkshakes”. His heart was racing and his mouth watering like Niagara Falls. It had been a long time since he had quenched his pallet with a swig of a chocolate milkshake. He began a nervous sweat and his heart was racing he could taste the shake, it had been so long! But there was a multitude of flavors on being Lime! Which should our hero choose! He then went for the classic chocolate, ordered and paid! Oh Joy! Sir Alex of Daw was to quench his craving then the man at the register handed him the shake. He took a swig and then in one fraction of an instant he realized that the cultural barrier had struck again! For England’s “milkshake” is what he would call back in his own native land, “chocolate milk”! Oh, the sorrow! The disappointment! Our hero walked once more with his head downcast from the market centre.

After such a disappointment, our hero romped through to the main river in Bath where he found a bridge that had shops on it. He was aglee again, for it seemed as though nothing could permanently damage his spirits today. After a shop or two the time constraints were once again his bane. Thus, our hero departed the city via two stops at buildings that were in the shape of a crescent moon and the sun. Our hero experienced one more exciting feet as he traversed back to his home, for on the motorway to his right hand side, in the near distance he saw the round tower of Windsor Castle! Oh a glorious day was had by our hero.

And as his fellow sojourners slept on their way home, our hero connivingly snapped photos of them.
Elisha


Courtney

So concludes this day’s adventure of our hero, Sir Alex of Daw. Tune in soon, same Alex time, same Alex channel to the Real Adventures of Sir Alex of Daw! ::echo::Daw, daw, daw, daw…..

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Living out of a Suitcase.


Big Ben (again)

Well it' been some time since I last posted, what with travels and midterms, I've barely had time to reach the computer. So my apologies on leaving you folks in the dark. But now I shall start updating you on the adventures of the Daw. In multiple posts. So sit back, get your reading glasses, blanket and some hot chocolate and read the wonders of the world that are my travels.

The first weekend in October I took it upon myself to frolic on down to the Palace of Wesminster (Parliament) and Wesminster Abbey.

The whole way to Parliament I walked along the Thames and realized all the monuments they have there. Randomly there was an Egyptian obelisk with huge dents and holes in it due to shrapnel hitting it in WWII after a bomb exploded nearby. It still astounds me the history that I walk past each day while I'm here, especially down town.

I saw then, a monument to "The Few" from WWII for those of you who might not know, a bit of a history lesson shall commence...now.

The Few is referring to the British airforce that would chase down the German bombers from the Blitz. They get the nick name from one of Churchill's speech that state "Never into he history of war, did so many, owe so much, to so few". Class dismissed.

There aren't many pictures due to no photography being allowed in Parliament or Wesminster Abbey.

Parliament was amazing, we (the tour group) walked the path that her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II walks when she opens Parliament each year. First starting in Victoria Tower (the other tower on the opposite side of the building) where her horse drawn coach pulls into. From there we walked up the hall and into the crowning room. Which it's soul purpose is just for The Queen to put on her robes and crown. The walls are decorated with carved oak portraits depicting different scenes from Arthurian legends, which I loved! This room was also used for a brief period during WWII for the House of Lords to meet in since the old House of Lords was bombed.
We then walked into a huge room which name escapes me at the moment, though on it's walls hangs portraits of the current King and Queen and every King or Queen who had reigned through a war. It was quite astounding. There was model of the old Palace of Wesminster which was burned in the great fire. We learned that the old palace had two churches in it, but when the King started the Church of England and separated from the Vatican, there was no need for the church to be in parliament.

Vicki's Tower

Before this time, only the House of Lords met in the actual Palace of Wesminster, though after the separation from the Vatican the House of Commons started meeting in Parliament in the abandoned church, sitting in the choir seats. Thus the reason British Parliament sit on benches straight across from one another and not in a circular patter like most current Congresses. Who Knew!

From that room we moved along to a little room that had portraits of the Tudor line then into The House of Lords! It was all in a velvety dark red with elaborate railings covered in gold and ornately carved wooden panels. This room also held the throne the Queen sits in when she opens Parliament for the year and reads all the bills to be introduced throughout the year.

When she opens Parliament, it's the only time all three branches of the government are in one room together. The ceremony is pretty cool. Everyone wears there ornate costumes and big hats. The House of Lords in quite small and can't even sit all the Lords, let alone those from the House of Commons. The House of Commons just stand in the back of the room while some of the Lords sit in the velvet dark red benches and the Queen with her party in the Throne at the end of the room. Stepping back a bit, when the Queen actually arrives in the House of Lords and takes her throne she then summons the House of Commons. A man with a specific title that I can 't remember then walks across Parliament (which is a long way) with some sort of scepter, towards the House of Commons. Once the man reaches the House of Commons, they slam the door in his face! This s to symbolize that The House of Commons has the right to deny the House of Lords and The Monarch's summons and demands. The man then bangs on the House of Commons doors with his scepter, (which there is a big dent where he bangs each year!) and they open the doors and fallow the man to The House of Lords where the Queen then reads the bills to be introduced. Then the ceremony ends!

OKAY! So, from the House of Lords we walked towards the main lobby of the building, where people can leave messages for their MP and even speak to them if they wish. Parliament has it's own restaurants and store where the House of Commons and Lords can eat and shop! We weren't allowed there though. On the dome of the lobby are the Patron saints of the four countries that make up the United Kingdom; England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales.

We then walked down towards the House of Commons. It was quite plain. It had plain wooden panels, and dark green curtains, carpet and cushion on the plain wooden benches. Very simple and dreary. After damage from WWII all the British Commonwealth countries sent, in thanks, an item to refurbish the House of Commons. So the seat the Speaker of the house sits was given from Australia, the gavel from Canada I think and so on and so forth, pretty cool trivia.

There are rooms/hallways really to either side of the House of Commons and the House of Lords. The House of Commons call them the "Aye" and "No" lobbies. The House of Lords call them the "Contents" and the "No Contents" lobby. When either house calls a vote the MP's walk to the corresponding lobby that they wish to vote, yes or no. I found it very unique. Our tour guide said that when she was a child the voting times weren't scheduled and when Big Ben rang to annouce that the MP's had 10 minutes to get to either lobby for their vote to count, they would literally run from nearby pubs, leaving whole meals on the table and police would stop traffic to let the MP's get to Parliament for their vote to count. Unique indeed. Nowadays since the chaos it cause in years passed, Parliament schedules what times the votes for which issues will be taking place.

Another little fact, the real estate around parliament when advertising for flats to let, they read "within range of voting bells". Apparently it rings quite loud.

Oh, you think I'm done...But I"M NOT!

We ended the tour by Wesminster Hall, it was under construction, but still would take your breath. It's been standing there for I believe 900 years? Could be wrong, but nonetheless pretty long time. The huge beams were ornate and beautiful.

OK, so on to Wesminster Abbey

Again no photos, and really I was actually surprised at to what was in it!

Every corner was filled with a tomb of some sort. Including Queen Elizabeth the first! I was standing right next to her tomb, how incredible! I've read about her ever since grade school and here I am at 23, standing next to her tomb! I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. Also there was the tomb of Mary, Queen of Scots! INSANE! I just couldn't believe it!

I also saw the coronation throne. Every monarch since the 1300's has been crowned on it! And I stood next to it! A freakin' chair! Older then the U.S.! What the poop!

The chair holds the Scottish Coronation Stone, which is a huge stone that is fabled to have been part of the Rock Merlin thrust Excaliber into. It was stolen from the Scots by some king in the medieval ages, but was returned to Scotland a few years ago, though Scotland will send it back when a coronation is about to commence.

I also saw the old monk council room and a beautiful courtyard. Pretty cool stuff. There were also plaques to honor President Roosevelt during WWII.

"Beautiful Courtyard" You decide.

I also saw this "monument" I guess you could call it, but I thought it was very appropriate.

"Monument"


Well hopefully updates shall abound! And I will catch everyone up on my travels before I leave for another one.

And the other posts should hold some more picture so you don't have to read this babble!

Well I hope everyone is well and PLEASE feel free to leave some feedback or wacky message.

Cheers!
Sir Alex of Daw