Here’s an embarrassing confession: my geography stinks.
In school when national exams came up, I happily substituted geography for English literature even though NONE of my teachers taught it. With two months before the exam, I had to steal notes from my cousin’s literature class. For the first time, I found myself tackling the bewildering but fascinating language of Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet and the Pearl. It was my first exposure to literature beyond the swashbuckling tales of Robin Hood and King Arthur.
I got a B for that exam. And as you can imagine, I couldn’t tell you where Germany is on the map and the only reason I know where Norway is is because I once tried to conquer it in the Crusader Kings war strategy video game.
Therefore it shouldn’t surprise you that I did not expect the ferry.
I honestly thought that one gets from England to France by a long, long BRIDGE. Hey, Malaysia has an island called Penang, accessible by a nifty 13km bridge. San Francisco, a beautiful windy city that reminds me of Edinburgh, also has a 2.7km Golden Gate Bridge.
Bridges are cool. Bridges are awesome.
Naturally there’ll be a bridge connecting Dover and Calais, right? Right?
“So ulu (backward) are you,” my mom remarked at me later, shaking her head.
This (supposedly artistic) picture just doesn’t do it justice. I can’t wait to get up close to the Eiffel Tower.
Plan for Day 2: Ditch the parentals to go on a solo Paris adventure 😀