"The world is a book, and those who do Not travel read only A page"
- Saint Augustine
My alarm rang at exactly 8AM, the time I set if for the night before, but I allowed myself an extra 30 minutes to gather additional energy for the long day ahead. I quickly scarfed down a puff pastry I purchased at Chinatown a couple days back (it feels like it was just yesterday with how yummy the pastry tasted), freshened up shortly afterwards, and met my friends at our usual meeting place to embark on another weekend adventure. This time however, we set our sights beyond the bustling streets and grand monuments of London in favor of fresh air and open ocean. Dover was calling.
Despite some confusion with figuring out how to get to our destination (I'll admit I didn't do my homework on this one), we somehow ended up on the train which would take us across lands of flowing green grass, hills rich with signs of recent harvest, and plump, roaming livestock indulging in nature's gift to their hearts content, all bathed under the golden rays of sunshine which gave them life. Now this was more like it. A part of me was hesitant to fully grasp the feeling of awe which was coursing through my body. Little did I know, this sensation would only continue to build up as my friends and I forged onward with our journey. Brunch was the first arrow of our journey, and The Dovorian Restaurant was our target. We all had breakfast in mind, but I must've been half asleep at the time because I answered "yes" when the waitress asked me for buttered toast or bread with butter (also in part because the question threw me off guard). Anyway, I was able to sample my first English Breakfast, and from the combination of food that was served I can say it definitely won't be my last (check out my gallery for pics)! With our appetites completely satisfied, we set off to our second stop of the day, Dover Castle. If I had to sum up our entire castle experience in two words, I speak for all of us when I say "LEG DAY". A rigorous uphill climb, followed by an intimidating flight of stairs, in addition to a narrow, spiral staircase of the tallest tower in the castle left our gelatin legs begging for mercy. But it was all worth it. The panoramic views from the summit were unparalleled in capturing the natural beauty of the small port town below. A small herd of oblivious, dark-wooled sheep could be seen grazing from a small valley beneath the bridged entrance of the castle (I was lucky enough to capture a close photo of one of these beautiful creatures!). The final stop of our long journey led us up more hills, past more sheep, and more reasons to wish we could drive legally in this country. But the result of our perseverance was a phenomenal sight which would leave even a champion marathon runner short of breath, the stunning views of the White Cliffs of Dover. This is what we came here for. Enormous, marble colored rocks protruding proudly from a base of shimmering black sand, hovering above an open ocean of illustrious green, with gently sloping hills extending for miles in either direction. It was a dream I would be content to never wake up from.
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