BC UK Experience

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- God Save the Queen!, muffins, sheep, runing hills, fish and chips, margaret the chief! Gallaham brothers, Rowan Atkinson, Orwell. Toast, Jelly, Wembley, Hyde Park, Glostercere. Breacon Beacons. Snowdonia. Rain. Cricket. M4. Portishead. Oasis. George Michaels. Andrew Lloyd Webber. Buckingham, Nothingham, Pubs, Wales, Scotland, Ireland and England. Isle of men. Harrods. Trafalger. London Tower. The Globe. Stratford on Avon. Eggs and ham. Tea. Tate. Turner. Hearst. Potato this potato that. Freddy Mercuri. Pink Floyd. Rolling Stones. David Bowie. Manchester United. Chelsea. Arsenal. Liverpool. EastWest Ham. United. BBC. Stonehenge. Camptembury. Bath. Cadbury. John, Paul, George and Ringo. Sex Pistols. Punk. Custard. Toeffe. James Joyce. Adam Smith. Alvin Toffler. Thames. Dover. Holly Grial. King Arthur and the Knights of the round table. Camelot. Nottingham. Hail to the King. Salisbury. Robin Hood. Bonfires. Churchill. Westminter. RoastBeef. Elizabeth. Merlin. Mary Poppins. Monthy Python. James Bond. Celtic. Anglo. Glasgow. St. Andrews. Highlands. Protestantism. John Mayard Keynes. Lady Diana. Umbro. Soccer fields. Green & wet grass. Hamlets. Villages. Snowdonia. Round potatoes. Chips. Square potatoes. Fried potatoes. Curly potatoes. Willow-tree. Stonehenge. Gloustershire. Stratford upon Avon. George Michael. Beatles. Oasis and now Coldplay. Elton John. Hounds and Terriers. Robbie Williams. Tides. Hails. Showers. WCs. Victoria. London Bridge and Tower. Thames. North sea.





It all began a long time ago, can`t remember the first one, but in two years I had travelled twelve times or so to England, everysummer a different adventure, twelve years had I, I was reading Enid Blyton. I like the castle, the cliffs, the runing hills, the rails, the food, the teas, the conversation. The five and I knew how to travel.
ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA LESSON 1 to 14... language learning.
Beatles my first recording.
Shakesperean young actor.
I was lucky, I won a scholarship to study something similar to the A-leves, I was ten, wanted to see world, United Kingdom had some. I had some for them also.
I arrived took me M4, passed Cardill, and a little hamlet close to old Llantwit Major welcomed us with a chilled rain, made way torward my home-to-be for the next couple of years.
United World College experience hosted in South Wales, in the St.Donat`s Castle, past property of William Randloph Hearst, sixteen century sea castle, justine field, cruch.
Cheers mate.
Bloody hell.

Lager.
Draft.

Britpop.

The industrial revolution hit hard and cold, the lonely factories remind you of oldfolk drowning themselves at pub, and youngsters somewhere else. London, the Crown, The Parlament rule somehow.

Back to my experience, that last travel that couple of summers I was about to live six years after,
I don`t have words to describe the first time I sat my feet in my college, in St. Donat`s Castle, south wales. It was simply magnificent, the gray of the stones spoke to me of ages past.
I remember that first morning that it was way too clear, something had happened. It snowed, in march, in Wales. In a single jump I found myself in my boxer shorts out rolling in the snow. My "family" was there, we got along, red haired scottish, long haired norwegian and curlied hair albanian, Eno Kanani was his name, Eno is another story. It was a wonderful morning.
During the breaks, they snow fights began, it was hard to get accross to the opposite buildings, the same building in which one morning the english lit. teacher found his bicycle hangin from a rope, far from the ground in between the buildings.
Accross the bayfront, accross bristol channel we pictured cornwall lands, I was eager to get accross that land, to the newquey spots. Everyday more, I wondered and looked at the sea, the silver sea, waiting patiently for an inshore swell. Those days were past gone and they are here now. Exitement. God created the seas and he saw it was good. Gen 2:11. Reading the sea, sitting half in the sea, birds pass near you, and you start to think, to see, listen and feel. English surfers are a kind of their own.
The "CALL-OUT" was always there. The guards, the shifts, the mocks and the real ones.