Today we went out to the countryside. It was a nice break from the city, also very “un-touristy.” I think we were the only tourists there. We took from the train from London to Dr. Burt’s hometown. We walked around there for a while before getting lunch and setting off on our journey. We found this beautiful old church shown below which we were able to go inside. The outside is made of flint, which I think looks magnificent on buildings. I had never seen it one any until here. A good number of buildings and walls around here are constructed with the material.
We ate lunch at a local deli. I got a very good sausage and cheddar cheese Panini. The cheese here is very strong, but also very good, and then set out on our all day hike. We went up some very steep hills, and without Dr. Burt leading the way, I probably would have gotten lost, but the countryside is a beautiful place. I can definitely see why people want to live here. We looked up housing prices for that area and they were absolutely outrageous. The footpath we went down was pre-roman, and an interesting fact about all the footpaths is that they all lead to the church. We also came upon S.S. Peter and Paul Ellesborough church, where many Prime Ministers have regularly attended church in the past.
Most people went to get Indian tonight, but I was tired and wanted to grab something quick so I could come back to get some rest (However, it is almost 12, and I am still up). So a few of us went to get fish and chips. And yes, I went to try fish. Shocking, I know. But I figured it was a must-try while in England. So a couple of us went to this “hole-in-the-wall” restaurant that was near our apartments. It was busy though, so we assumed it to be good. I had every intention of getting fish and chips. I was going to look past my disgust of fish, suck it up and try it. However, when I got in the place and smelled the fish, I chickened out. I decided to get the chicken instead and just try some of my friends. So I ordered a quarter chicken and chips… excepting for them to come out with some chicken fingers similarto Zaxby’s. Instead, they brought me out a whole grilled chicken, legs and everything. I am not sure how this considered a “quarter” chicken.
After that I asked for a knife. He proceeded to point to the stick shown to the right and said to use that to pull the chicken apart. So that is how I ate my chicken….I didn’t get through very much of it, and not be a downer, but the chips (or what we call fries) were not very good either!
I also never tried the fish. I couldn’t do it. At least I tried to try? It was an interesting experience to say the least. Although we are in another country, I did not expect England's food to be this different.


