As I went to Cambridge to visit one of my high school friend, I took to Eurostar for the first time of my life last week-end. Though I wouldn't ever be afraid of the plane, I must admit I was a bit anxious regarding the fact that I would be sitting in a train crossing the channel...in an underground tunnel ! Fortunately, I had forgotten that the worse part of taking the train in France would be the freezing air conditioning, which made me spend my whole trip trying to warm me up instead of thinking of the sea beneath my head.
Cambridge is a small place yet very lively because of all the students. I discovered the nice feeling of being surrounded by a bunch of the cleverest PHD of the planet. This could be quite imposing but as kindness is a way of life in Great Britain I had an amazing time.
After a few misunderstandings because of my obvious american way of speaking (thanks to all the MTV shows I'm watching) I had to switch my "d" prononciation ot the "t" by a "t" one. It seems to me that this could be where the difference between british and american english stands.
On saturday, we went to that Fez place, the only night club in the city that would close at 3 am. As "thirty-years" we tried to get integrated in this place full of teenagers and very young students.
This was a "I love Ibiza" night and we danced two hours looking like fancy clubbers, without drinks (we had used the left pounds we had to pay the entry fee) or cigarettes (it's no longer allowed to smoke inside places in the UK). Still we had a lot of fun and made the most of the night like real british mates.
The week-end was also a bit cultural. I'll upload some more pics tomorrow and finish my story in french.
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