UK Day 12: Randomly roving the hills

On the 12th day, he rested. Or, more specifically, he entered a place name a few miles into the Chiltern Hills and, once there, turned off Google Maps and just went where his fancy took him.

I saw a lot of small towns and hamlets, many of them with quaint Tudor houses and cozy pubs, narrow streets and probably very high property prices. Also, an array of stupid names, of which England has an incredible amount. Seriously, just open a map of England and laugh and laugh.

The property prices in this part of England makes my wallet go limp.


Finally, I saw a sign for Wendover and since I'd been to two Wendovers in the US, I set course for it. The two American cities lie on opposite sides of the Nevada/Utah state border and are quite representative of their states' peculiarities. I spent one night there on my first coast-to-coast trip of the US, so the name had a very faint attraction to me.

Upon arrival I found the center to be quite nice, with a couple of streets half filled with Tudor style and some clearly very old other types of buildings too. The shops and cafes generally exuded prosperity and as this was a Sunday, it was teeming with bicycles and families, two of the things I despise the most.

Nice, Tudor buildings. Oh, how I love cozy, quaint English villages.


There were purdy flowers everywhere.


The clock tower wasn't the most impressive I've seen...


The English love their roundabouts.


I had my sight set on the pub "George and Dragon", which looked properly old. It was just my luck that the place was no longer an English pub, serving solid, English grub, but a Thai place and not even a good Thai place at that. Seriously, there's only so much uninspired cooking one can cover up with chili.

The starter was all vegetables. I ate it all, because I'm a GOOD boy.


Afterwards, I took an even more convoluted route back to my hotel, with some sharp turns and one-lane roads, but also more pretty villages. Dinner was taken back in High Wycombe at a so-called "American BBQ" that really was neither, but at least the city council had had the good sense to cancel the fees in the adjacent parking house until August 1, when I would be in Norway.

*sniffle* It's so beautiful...


A meh burger.