Cambridge UK
My first stop in Europe (if you call UK part of europe. I don't) was in Cambridge, UK. I flew directly from Boston to London on an overnight flight and then took a bus to Cambridge. I had arranged with a friend of mine in Cambridge that we would meet at the bus station. However, I was not sure how long it would take me to get out of the airplane, go through HM customs and HM passport control (HM stands for Her Majesty -- this was everywhere!), so I did not know which bus I would take to Cambridge. We have decided that when I get out of airplane and before I board the bus I would call Mark from the pay phone. However, the lines to HM passport control were too long (not to mention that I was the last to exit the airplane due to my sitting in the last row, it took a while for me to get to the other side of the passport control. Sweating profusely, I ran to the bus station and bought the tickets. I was told that the bus should arrive shortly, so I actually did not have time to call Mark from a pay phone.
There was a problem with buses -- my bus never came. Therefore, I boarded a slightly different bus (my original bus was an express to Cambridge, but it came so late that the bus that I boarded would arrive to Cambridge before my bus even with local stops out of the way).
Since I had to reach Mark somehow, I decided to risk using the phone that my professor gave to me. I took an exciting class in the Spring in which we programmed in Python on Nokia phones. The class was "Pervasive Human-Centric Computing" and it involved writing programs for highly-mobile devices, such as mobile phones, PDAs and crickets (indoor-location devices). At the conclusion of the class I asked my professor if I could borrow the phone to use in Europe since I had no other quad-band handsets. The professor allowed me to borrow the phone under one condition that I would not use the class-issued SIM card and would use my own SIM card (which I planned to purchase upon my arrival to Cambridge). However, when i boarded the bus to Cambridge, I had not yet bought an UK SIM card, so I had to use the US SIM card to call Mark. Yeah. Not a nice thing to do, but I had no choice. I did not want Mark to feel that I did not care. He is such an amazing person. Besides I thought that if I could keep the conversation under a minute, the charges would not be that large.
I was Staying at Mark's college in Cambridge. He was a student at one of Cambridge University colleges, the Sidney-Sussex College, which is right in the middle of the town on Regent Street. It turned out to be a really convenient location, close to other major colleges (King's, Trinity, etc...) and close to shops and pubs.
The first thing that I wanted to do was to get a new SIM card. I was feeling guilty to my professor that I used some of US minutes in UK, so I wanted to avoid doing that again. Mark and I visited various phone career shops, but none of them would offer an International SIM card at a reasonable rate. I wanted a SIM card that would work in both UK and in Europe, but at every place they told me that I would have to buy a separate SIM card in Europe, and I could use UK card but at higher rates per minute in Europe. I went ahead and bought the T-Mobile SIM card. Shortly after I sent a text message to Tina, a friend of mine whom I knew from the summer before (we were in California together), and on who I had a short-lived crush. I knew that she already had a boyfriend (in Cambridge), but I still wanted to see her as a friend.
Later in the day we all finally met. I invited Mark to come along with me to the dinner at Trinity dining hall. There were a handful of CME students in our group, and I knew some of them already. We all decided to go punting the day after.
After the dinner in the Harry-potter-like dining hall at Trinity College some of us stuck around in Tina's room and played Monopoly until later into the evening.
Then I thought of going to the BeerFest and try out the fine English beer and ale. Mark and John (his best friend) were already there and I believe more drunk than me =). i was totally sober. The beer fest was awesome. There were many booths with kegs behind them offering different varieties of beer. I rented a beer mug and then paid like 1-2 pounds (1pound = $2) for each fill of the mug, depending on which beer I selected. Too bad I arrived within the hour to the close time, so I did not get to try many varieties of beer. Mark lost his prized MIT brass rat that evening at the fest. We joked that he lost his ring of power and might. Although the event staff tried to help him find the rat, he still does not have one anymore. I hope he got a new one to renew his power.
The next day the weather was perfect. It seems that I bring clear skies wherever I go. It was cloudy and rainy not long before my arrival.
I saw Jess Lam at King's. She was as adorable as always and we had lunch and she gave me a tour of King's College. I feel so lucky to have great friends. Jess' room is huge! It looks like a room from renaissance with (I think) oak doorframes, oak bookshelves, probably oak or redwood table. I am probably making this up, but the wood looked pretty nice and expensive to me. The room reminded me of a scholarly study room. I also saw the King's library and some of other King's students cramming for the tripos exams. there was certainly an aura of ancient-ness. Everything looked old but in good shape -- boooks, bookshelves, caged windows, desklamps.
The weather was perfect and despite the fact that some Cambridge students had to prepare for the finals (I timed my trip to be in town right after Tina was done with her finals), many CME (Cambridge MIT Exchange) students came to go punting. I saw Arjun! We rented two punt galleys. It was awesome.
Punting was awesome. Tina originally planned to punt to Grantchester, but it would take all day, and we only started punting late in the afternoon. So we had 2 boats, and the 2nd boat was pretty slow because the Cam river was packed with other boats and they had difficulty navigating hen there are many boats that can block your path. At one point we encountered the river lock (the water level was higher than where we started from), so we had to climb out of our boat and pull it on rolleys to the upper river. It was pretty cool to experience. There were other boats who used the same rollers to descend into the lower river. They would release the boat and let the boat roll down and land on the water. Kind of like a roller-coaster ride. where you ride a log down the water slide and land in the water.
The next morning I had a flight that departed at 6am from a different London Airport. This meant that I had to catch a bus as early as 3am to Luton. I had already booked a flight -- it was an EasyJet flight to Paris. EasyJet and RyanAir are two low-fare airlines -- my EasyJet flight costed me about $60 (after taxes and airport fees). I did not think about how tired I would be on the first day in Paris, but I felt that my urge and desire to see the most beautiful city in the world (I was not sure that Paris was most beautiful city in the world just yet) was greater than my tiredness. After a 1-2hr flight I landed at Paris Charles De Gaulle International Airport. EasyJet is pretty cheap, so it was no surprise to see that the terminal was a cheap warehouse as well. So much for glass and modern-architecture terminals. More to come in next blog...
