Oops.

I have a blog? Oh, right. People are reading it? Eh, maybe. Nevertheless, I apologize yet again for being remiss in my blogging duties. But time is moving so fast! In just six weeks I will be completely done with my program and gallivanting around London with my mum! How crazy is that?!

Let's backtrack a bit. Or a lot.

On October 6th, I went to Cambridge with UEA's International Student program. Cambridge is nice. Cambridge is pretty great, actually. But my heart will forever lie with Oxford, let's just get that out there. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the first time since coming to UEA that I felt like I was doing something. We started with a tour, and my group lucked out with our tour guide - she was this tiny old lady who had so much passion for the city, it was a little bit contagious. When I come back to England (which I must, I absolutely must one day), I want to dedicate at least a weekend to Cambridge to fully experience it.

Crossing into Cambridge!

A very old road. Please note, it does in fact say "Laundress" not "undress" as certain people named Cindy Chang might think.

Starting to look like fall a little bit! 

Yes, I'll admit Cambridge was impressive and beautiful and stuff.

And I do love me some Gothic architecture.

One of the colleges. Do I remember which one? No.

Our tour guide leading the way!

During the tour we saw many fun and historic things, including: some beautiful old churches, the pub Watson and Crick celebrated in when they discovered DNA, a creepy clock that reminds you of your imminent doom, and a tree grown from the limb of the original Isaac Newton apple tree!

   

Coziest pub ever? Probably.

Creepy (cool) clock.

Apple tree! 

After the tour we had about three hours to wander around. I grabbed lunch in the market, bought a CD from a very talented street musician, and visited the Fitzwilliam Museum. Here's some pictures from the museum before they kindly let me know I wasn't supposed to be taking pictures.

All in all it was a pretty fun day. I went to the LCR with the UEA LitSoc later that night. Which was probably a mistake, because while I had been feeling not to ill most of the day, I think all the excitement of Cambridge followed by being surrounded by hundreds of people dancing led to me falling deathly ill for the next week and a half-ish.

Ok. Not deathly ill. But I did lose my voice and had a very bad cold. Which didn't stop me from doing other fun things, like picnicking with my flat at Eaton Park.

 

Henry, me, Alex and Danielle. Katie had to leave early.

The next few days were filled with a lot of coughing and sneezing and not sleeping and not doing homework and trying really really hard to get better to go back to London! Which I will tell you all about in a different blog post, this one's getting rather long...

xx