Idyllic Plymouth

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It took me long enough, to really see Plymouth for the beautiful place it can be. It always is the companion you have with you, who makes the biggest difference.

When the sun was out, we decided to explore the small city. Apparently we were not the only ones with that in mind. In the midst of rainy days, a sudden break of sunny day drove throngs out of their couches and beds to bask in the warm sunlight. The Hoe Park was again filled with activities.

This particular location was chosen by her. For me, it didn't look really spectacular, just plain overgrown weeds, I told her. How wrong had I been. It turned out to be a great choice indeed, considering the amount of photos we took.

Funny that I can still find new photo spots after months here in Plymouth. Shows how much I actually went out to explore this place in the past. We walked around the city, choosing alleys and streets less traveled and amazed ourselves finding out that it linked us to another familiar part of the city.

City of Dreaming Spires

Getting a parking in the city area proved to be a great hassle. We drove around the streets looking for one space for nearly an hour. So little time to explore the city as this was the very morning that we were supposed to meet up JF in the afternoon in Windsor.

Sigh... I didn't know that this was the famous bridge, and was wondering why she wanted to take a photo of it. Nothing special, that was what I was thinking. Little did I know that this was The Bridge of Sigh. Credit given to JF for posting the photo of the bridge and including the name with it, else I would not have known for a long, long time.

We took our lunch on a bench, sandwiches, shortbreads and smoothies, while wondering if everyone who walked past us were bachelor's degree holders, master's degree holders or on the way to permanent head damage. Felt smarter sitting on the streets of Oxford, inexplainable feeling. Seeing the number of tourist purchasing shirts, jumpers, sweaters with big, bold letters that spelled the city's name, we wondered:- those guys must be tourists, I would never have worn any T-shirts, with the three letters, U-Tee-Emm...

Boo...

She's now very fond of the natural-pose photos, although it took a lot of memory space, clicking, "look natural la..." and onlookers who thought we were crazy (think one person looking around, but not at the camera, and another clicking away mumbling posing instructions) to actually capture the staged-candid moment.

Apparently Radcliffe Camera is a library, it made me wonder why the word 'camera' was used instead of simply naming it Radcliffe Science Library. The buildings were great to look at, feeling was nice. Alas we had too little time to spend in this city, we had to move on. We would have jumped onto a open-top bus for a tour of the city.

Meeting with a Friend

This time, I'll back-blog-track the journey, starting with the Castle by the airport first.

Windsor was last on the itinery during her vacation in UK, to meet up with JF. We missed out meeting his other half, and almost didn't make it to meet him. He just came back from a great trip as well, traveling around Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia.

I forgotten though, what we were looking at... No wonder the half day spent in Windsor felt so much shorter, we were looking at something so insignificant I can't remember what. (Now that HW reminded me we were looking at the flag, here's the self-explanatory photo)

When guys meet up, all we do is chat on mobile phones and make funny poses for others to look at and to photograph.