Sunday Daytrip to Dover
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dotintheskyI went to Dover yesterday with Kevin and Sissy Allison. We brought our own food, newspapers, magazines, journals, cameras. We caught the 9 o'clock train and chatted for two hours, sugared up on coffee we bought at Liverpool station, until we reached Dover Priory. We wandered around the town's centre (grim and small like any other British town); took photos on the beach as helicopters lifted off and ferries drifted on the sea's horizon; sat on the pebbles and flicked tiny spiders off our legs; tried to get away from music being blasted from loudspeakers on the beach's causeway; and watched the seagulls dip away from the channel swimmers practicing their laps in the freezing water. Across the sea, hidden by haze, was France's Calais.
We climbed narrow staircases and tried to reach Dover Castle, perched on top of the white cliffs and overlooking the town. However, we decided not to go in once we saw the admission prices at the entrance gate. Instead, we followed the road around the castle, took more photos, stumbled into a military area where the grass was so green that we wanted to run and roll on it. Far away, by the cliffs, stood three antennas (or electric towers) like imagery from a sci-fi film, flanking a herd of white lambs.
We found another path down, into Connaught park - a park slanted into deserted tennis courts, where black crows chased each other and dog walkers threw red balls; where shirtless men kicked footballs, their pale skin inked with tattoos, while their kids sat on the grass or stumbled in the playground. Back in the town's centre, we found a Weatherspoon's, where Kevin and I drank some white beer (remember SuperJ?) called Hoegaarden while Allison sipped red wine. A pair of drunks evetually frightened us away, despite being the jolly kind; I wish I had taken a photo of them as they splashed their beer all over us and sat at our table.
The train heading back to London was waiting for us in Dover Priory. Allison slept while Kevin and I read. Back in our apartment, I ate some chunky vegetables soup and didn't budge from the sofa until 12:00 a.m., when even the movie Aliens couldn't keep me awake.
All the photos I took were with my old style camera, meaning that I'll have to develop the film, get around to scanning them and putting them here. Oh, the laziness!
So, instead, I found an alright photo gallery, in case you wish to see what Dover, and the castle, look like.
We climbed narrow staircases and tried to reach Dover Castle, perched on top of the white cliffs and overlooking the town. However, we decided not to go in once we saw the admission prices at the entrance gate. Instead, we followed the road around the castle, took more photos, stumbled into a military area where the grass was so green that we wanted to run and roll on it. Far away, by the cliffs, stood three antennas (or electric towers) like imagery from a sci-fi film, flanking a herd of white lambs.
We found another path down, into Connaught park - a park slanted into deserted tennis courts, where black crows chased each other and dog walkers threw red balls; where shirtless men kicked footballs, their pale skin inked with tattoos, while their kids sat on the grass or stumbled in the playground. Back in the town's centre, we found a Weatherspoon's, where Kevin and I drank some white beer (remember SuperJ?) called Hoegaarden while Allison sipped red wine. A pair of drunks evetually frightened us away, despite being the jolly kind; I wish I had taken a photo of them as they splashed their beer all over us and sat at our table.
The train heading back to London was waiting for us in Dover Priory. Allison slept while Kevin and I read. Back in our apartment, I ate some chunky vegetables soup and didn't budge from the sofa until 12:00 a.m., when even the movie Aliens couldn't keep me awake.
All the photos I took were with my old style camera, meaning that I'll have to develop the film, get around to scanning them and putting them here. Oh, the laziness!
So, instead, I found an alright photo gallery, in case you wish to see what Dover, and the castle, look like.
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