BenDover and I'll show ya.

[Pardon my obscene play on words in the title. Inside family joke.]

As I've said in the last few posts, we spent the bank holiday weekend in Dover. You may be familiar with the White Cliffs of Dover via that song on guitar hero. This is that place. I was trying to find somewhere to go near the ocean that was within driving distance so I just randomly picked a place on the map, found a decently priced hotel. and then we were off.

Instead of giving you the play by play of the entire trip,  I will just go through some holiday highlights and post some pictures.

HIGHLIGHTS:  

Taylor runs into a parked car.
Saw an Indian guy peeing in a bush right in plain view.
The guy in the store on the ferry who sprayed 13 sprays of the cologne tester on his face .
Getting in an argument whilst playing Monopoly on my kindle in front of everyone on the ferry.
Spending 6 hours Touring the Dover Castle.
Hunter.
Meeting the Scottish women who loved and mocked Taylor's southern accent. "MA'AM", they said (heavy on the A) and then laughed. Tayl loved this.
Staying up until 3AM watching Barbarella on TV thinking "Wow, this is incredibly entertaining and super easy to follow and so predictable" the entire time.
The scenery.
Going to France for a minute.
(This all furthers the evidence of our extremely mediocre life together. We love it.)

I recommend visiting Dover, if you ever are in England with some free time. It's quiet and the white cliffs are beautiful. I dunno, maybe we just tend to like the vacation spots that old people like. Places with more history and less partying. But such is the life of a young Mormon couple living outside of the bubble of Provo.

Here are some pictures. Enjoy.

Our hotel, Best Western.

White Cliff Country

Meadows and whatnot. ("That bird next to the bus must be huge" That's not a bus)

Sup.

Dover Castle

Ferry port to France

White cliff

Heading to Calais

Poop alert

Here's me overseas, cross the pond, by the dover peaks

"I love ocean travel" face

2000 year old Roman tower, 1000 year old church

In the Dover Castle keep

Window

Dover

View from the top of the keep towards France

View of our hotel

King Henry II the Gingerbeard

King's bed is not king size?

Party Central

Pirate lashing

Underground tunnel to France

Dang Girl

Hunter style

Still married

Secret wartime tunnels under Dover Castle. Hitler had Dover Castle on a list of sites not to bomb, so he was unwittingly protecting some of the British headquarters.

Minivan tour of UK

White boy, white cliffs

View from hotel room

Windsurfer!

*sorry that you mostly only ever see my mug on the pictures. 

sometimes you go to France for a sec.

Due to last minute planning and utter lack of motivation on my part, we spent a mere 1.5 hours in France. Hence, the lone photo.

We spent last weekend in Dover [which is a wonderful little gem of a town.] We later discovered that we could take a ferry out of the port of Dover into France. Well, turns out it's a 90 minute boat ride over to the port of Calais. I had never heard of the place, but I thought, we might as well go to say we went to France. So we bought the tickets to leave as early as possible [5:00pm], and return as late as possible [9:45pm]. I didn't do any research about the city of Calais other than a brief skimming of the wikipedia page. I learned there is almost nothing left pre-WWII, [as it was all destroyed with bombs.] So, the ferry got into Calais at about 6:30pm. Perfect, enough time to wander on foot and get back to the port to check in at 9:30 pm. 

WRONG.

We did not take into account the time change. It was actually 7:30pm.

Crap.

So, we book it in the direction which we hope is the direction to the town center, to find somewhere to eat. We had no map, and Taylor was trying to remember some French from high school. But his efforts were futile.

SIDE NOTE:

On the ferry ride over he tried to distract me from my sea sickness by teaching me what little french he could remember. It went a little something exactly like this:

[click me.]

So, after a 20 minute walk,  we end up finding this Cafe called "Cafe de Paris" which sounded pretty glam as most French things do, but I quickly learned that it was pretty much the French version of Denny's. Maybe a little classier. But Taylor ordered steak, and it came with bone marrow.

DISGUSTING. 

He could barely gag it down. I don't know why he felt he had to eat it, but he did. And he didn't shut up about how gross it was the whole rest of the trip. Poor thing. Poor me.

SO after dinner we had just enough time to get back to the port to check in for the ferry.  I put away my complaining skills and put my power walking skills to work. 

We made it.

So that's the story of when we went to France for a second.