South Wales - Crómlechs

During our first days spent in UK we decided to visit Wales. Driving in this part of Great Britain is a nightmare of Motorways, multiple lanes roads, lot of traffic, stupid roundabouts, but while arriving Wales is just a nightmare maze, plenty of narrow roads where a crash is behind almost any curve.

Father Bunny loves to drive on the wrong side of the road, so he swalloved almost 600 miles in two days with a smiling face.

On Sunday, our Car Navigation System told us we were about five hours far from home, but despite time of the day we decided to seek for a Crómlech* near Trefin.

No one knew about it, so we spent two hours and walked 3 miles along the Welsh coastline to spot it.

When we decided to return, and when Father Bunny was totally pissed off, he founded it right in from of us.

It's located inside a sheep farm!!!!! Why they don't just place a sign?

May be they don't like visitors

*Cromlech is a Brythonic word (Breton/Welsh) used to describe prehistoric megalithicstructures, where crom means "bent" or "curved" and llech means "slab" or "flagstone".^[1] The term is now virtually obsolete in archaeology, but remains in use as a colloquial term for two different types of megalithic monument.

In English it usually refers to dolmens, the remains of prehistoric stone chamber tombs.^[2] However, it is widely used in French and Spanish to describe stone circles. Confusingly, some English-speaking archaeologists, such as Aubrey Burl, use this second meaning for cromlech in English too.^[3]

Around Cambridge in a sunny day: cabriolet cars

Yesterday route was great, of course heavy traffic, speed cameras everywhere, etc, but it was sunny!!!

All the people, even the BBC was truly excited about the second day in a row with sun. Honestly I prefer rain, because I have plenty of sun in my home city, but it was nice to walk over the green grass with a wonderful sun and with termometers around 30 degrees.

With such a sunny day one needs a cabriolet car to feel the fresh air. So I decided to check what Porsche and Aston Martin could offer me.

Sadly my father said soon we will return home and there we don't have room for a new car. :(

our route, 230 miles, 5:20 hours driving time
average speed around 35 mph.

Rosie: The Belgian Hare

After lunch we went to Rosie's place. Rosie is a beautiful red haired hare that is living north of London for two years now.


Hares are faster than rabbits and its body is more athletic. Sure they don't think the same but they are dumber than the average rabbit. So if you don't have brain, at least you can trust your legs.


Just kidding, but as I am becoming older, the jokes about my round face are pulling my leg harder.


We got to know some of her friends like Norman, a fifteen days old cow that was born in a very complicated birth (his mother died). Norman needs to be feeded four times a day.

The Wool Pack Pub

 Acqua di Panna for Tometaro and a nice Ale for me.

 Onion Rings in a British Pub

A nice veal steak, very rare for FB

Today we went close to Stoke Mandeville to meet my friend Rosie. She is a red haired Belgian hare who moved from the continent.

Hares are different from bunnies and apart from how they look like, they love to live alone.

Anyways the road from our place to her place was closed so we got lost in a maze of secondary roads and when we were tired and hungry we decided to stop in a nice pub called The Wool Pack.

It was Tometaro first time in a pub and we enjoyed a sunny (not kidding) morning in a small British village.

We drove 6:45 hours to London 2012

Today we decided to move from Cambridge to Central London without paying for the Congestion Tax.

Tricky, we planned our trip carefully, but a 3 hours journey turned into a 6:45 due to heavy rain, heavy traffic and other bizarre things like the "Olympic lane" the Brits have in London's major roads.

The level of "nonsense" is so high that they recommend you to stay at home instead of going to work. Great, soon in Spain no one will have a job, so we have a lot to learn from the Britons.

Public transportation in UK is expensive, slow and unreliable, thanks to those who decided that private sector will do it better, no investments, bribery and search for profits have shaped the worst transportation scheme ever.

And don't ask me about the British Summer...

 

London 2012: Meet the team!

Here we are in our Hotel. Let me introduce my companions in this new adventure in UK.
From left to right:


Guauuu:               Singapore
Miffa Chan:          Hong Kong
Fashy Bear Sr:     Munich - Germany
Fashy Bear Jr:      Munich - Germany
Mr. Serdo Pink     London - England
Tometaro Jr.        Tokyo - Japan


Together we will be hanging around North London and South London enjoying the "great" British Summer and food delicatessen.

Again and again: The Olympics

Again Tometaro and me have traveled to United Kingdom for fifteen days of unless excitement. 

When we took our British Airways flight from Barcelona, plenty of gentlemen and ladies who attended music festivals in Spain, we soon realized why Britons are several steps beyond the continental people.

Anyways we are again in this "beatiful" place where sun shines and food is excellent!

Aliens ate my babysitter

Hey, Miffa turned a policewoman!!!

And to prove it, we took a picture!

Ridin' on Kingdom of Boredom's roads

The one of us who have no airport to build a circuit in UK, like Top Gear, settle with riding on their roads.

I had more fun in New Zealand with the Falcon Mark II Xr6, but I blew two rear tires.

The worst place in earth you can be, try it, you’ll hate it.

With the 2012 Olympics being held in London, I need to ask you to go there. Being London one of the few places I promised myself I will never go, destiny made me a good move and I was forced to be there for a couple of days.

Kingdom of Boredom. That’s another way to translate United Kingdom.

Everything is disgusting, all the stupid places are not worth to visit, are crowded, stupidly expensive, and just suck!

We will try to make a list of ten or a thousand reasons you shouldn’t visit that damn place, but if you are studying English, please ask your father or mother to put you there for a month in summer.

That will be Summer of Hell (and you will return home speaking poorer English than before)

Quest for the perfect UK place - Oxford

We continue our search for the best place to live close to London but out of it.

A nice place we have been told is Oxford, a lively cosmopolitan city that is chosen by many expats.

Well, getting there is easy and fast with those double carriage (I would say two lanes) roundabouts every few miles. 

We have driven in almost all the countries who drive the wrong way of the road but here you have to pay EXTRA attention to look to the right when entering.

After these lines you will find some pictures of Oxford. We just don’t like it, for many reasons but one of them is they don’t like visitors, or at least they to bring a car.

In a Public parking – covered- we struggled to enter , because it was designed for Fiat 500 alike cars. Inside, not enough room to put the car into the marks. No problems let’s find another one. This time it was open air but really great parking lots.

Let’s pay, 3.90 pounds an hour (is this New York?). Ok, let’s use the credit card, blast they don’t take, a 20 pounds note, they don’t take notes…

You can only use coins, no change is given and you have to enter your number plate!!!

And besides all this mess in the country I am living they consider than a Eco Tax of 1 euro a day in unfair for tourist!

May be they’re right it’s unfair that in Barcelona, for example, you can pay with credit card in the streets and Parkings

Quest for the perfect Village

"I can't live in London, father bunny, for obvious reasons: first of all is big, dirty, expensive, plenty of people that don't like me and that i dont't like...Besides I have always dream of living in the countryside"

Taking this into consideration we need a place close enough from London and not only that with easy access from/to the city.

North from London following the M1, about 45 minutes from London you can find two places that are well known for being London's dormitory towns: Hemel Hempstead and St Albans.

We first visited Hemel Hempstead and is such and ugly city that we didn't take any picture of it. It's big, unattractive, old looking. We'd rather life in "Los Monegros" than there.

So just a few Miles heading East from that ugliness you can find St Albans. There were Romans there (they called the city Verolamium) and you can visit some ruins (something that we did not do because of our tight agenda).

It's nice, it has the proper size, a nice center, a cathedral, a tower clock, it has nice houses in the outskirts...

So we visited our friends John Taylor to figure up how much a house costs. 

1.4 Million GBP !!!! (ok, it has 6 bedrooms and a nice garden...)

Ok John I will think about it, but so many Aston Martins and an Audi RS8 parked in the supermarket were some clues that pointed about that.

Next check will be Oxford in the Midlands.

Miffa has just bought a farm!

Well, not really, she is dealing about prices and payment, but she is confident in getting a nice price and a long term loan with the HBSC.

It's located just twenty miles North of London, and it has the perfect size, rather small!! They breed rabbits, pigs, goats, sheeps, Guine pigs and other small animals. They even have a Llama!

But Miffa will need to invest a lot in infrastructures, because the location and the machinery is in bad shape.

 The Village has nice houses

 Mike's favourites

a week old piglets