Today we got lost, got no help from public transportation representatives, and eventually went to the castle. That’s right THE Castle. The Norwich Castle. It was quite cool, and naturally I forgot my camera. There was a section on the Vikings in England. Sierra created the following poem out of Viking themed magnetic poetry:
the blunder of your queasy sheep glitter pretty fierce
I think that puts up a good fight against any other poem that has come out of either Vikings or England. Now that it comes to it I actually have no idea what the Viking magnetic poetry was all about, but whatever. It’s still an excellent poem.
At the castle we took a tour of the battlements, which was fine and nice and pretty cool to see Norwich from above, though the actual tour itself was pretty middle of the road as far as tours go, what can I say. He did not tell us anything about the British washing their togas in urine, I am disappointed. We actually tried to get a tour of the dungeons, which would totally have been cool, but alas it was sold out. I guess other people were also of the same mind. “Hmm… birds eye views of all of Norwich, beautiful sunsets, and rolling English country side or creepy dungeons full of torture devices and mold?” As I said, too bad the dungeons were sold out.
We then went out for a fabulously mediocre Chinese dinner at a place that honestly had the nastiest floor I have ever seen in my life, and yes I’ve been to India if you recall. The carpet at the back had such a thick layer of black grime on it that I honestly thought I was walking on a wooden floor before I looked down to see why it felt sort of sticky. I left footprints in the bathroom. Not dirty footprints on a clean floor. Indented footprints pressed into the dirt.
Well enough of that. I’m back in a nice clean bed with a little flowery comforter and lace curtains, and verily and forsooth it is time to sleep.
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