Stonehenge

I got to know on Saturday that I'd have Sunday and Monday off, which was great for me!
Paula was going to Ireland to go to a spa and visit Guinness factory and Ethan and I had planned to go to Stonehenge for the day. We woke up at about 9am, after having gone out the night before and having drunk a lot, ale, vodca and red bull, JD... Man, I don't usually mix my drinks, but it's all about factotum, right?

We hit the road at 11am and it was a two-hour drive to the place. We'd brought along some beer and music, but the Tarantinos were still with Ricardo.
It was pretty cold and there were a lot of people, including Brazilians (everywhere...)



That was the moment we got there and opened up a beer.

There was an audio guide which looked more like a telephone and we did the tour around Stonehenge. A few years ago people were able to walk around and through the stones, but you know, at some point things can get a little messy and they put this fence to separate the viewers from the stones. There's always somebody who wants to take a piece as a souvenir...
So this is basically the tour we did around the rocks.















At the end we were beat. Ethan had to pick up Paula and Cassandra at City airport at 7:30pm. We headed London and were starving, it had to be Bodean's and the massive burger they serve. We got in London at about 4pm, but there was some awful traffic in Kensington and Chelsea and we took us more than an hour to get to Clapham Commom, where Bodean's is. We didn't speak at all, I was exhausted and starving!
I got home and just sat in front of the TV, saw a documentary about the death of Alexander the Great, but it could have been a program about whales or the Foo Fighters' gig in London... it wouldn't have mattered, I just sat there and stared.
When to bed 10pm, still with a hangover from Saturday...