This past weekend involved a trip to Bath, the highlight of which is traditionally Stonehenge. Personally, playing Jenga with an Argentinian boys rugby team at a table full of girls and being mistaken for a gay guy was my highlight, but hey, what are you gonna do?
But let's sit down here for a second (if you aren't already) and discuss this monument of the countryside that we have named a wonder of the world. A large circle of five ton rocks piled atop each other with barrows around it that look incredible from the aerial views we saw on postcards in the gift shop is what we came to see. You marvel at its architectural wonder and check out the arrangement of the stones, the construction, wonder how they transported them from the distant quarries some 20 miles away and what purpose they served. It's a Mecca or Jerusalem of sorts for the natives who supposedly migrated to it from miles around to meet here or something like that. It wasn't Druidian, though, I can tell you that much.
And then you realize (or at least 4 or 5 of us did) that you're taking pictures of a bunch of rocks stacked randomly in a field. When you're done marvelling and oohing and aahing at it, what's there? A bunch of hardened boulders that were put together by an ancient society because they had nothing better to do. Maybe it was an ancient McDonald's or a former Starbucks. Those stone seats would have been ideal for seating customers. And just think what it would be like to sit down and have a nice hot mocha when you've been journeying on your donkey for hundreds of miles.
And then you realize (or at least 4 or 5 of us did) that you're taking pictures of a bunch of rocks stacked randomly in a field. When you're done marvelling and oohing and aahing at it, what's there? A bunch of hardened boulders that were put together by an ancient society because they had nothing better to do. Maybe it was an ancient McDonald's or a former Starbucks. Those stone seats would have been ideal for seating customers. And just think what it would be like to sit down and have a nice hot mocha when you've been journeying on your donkey for hundreds of miles.
What it comes down to is this. It's cool, but they're rocks. If someone had dropped them from a prehistoric plane and placed them there, that'd be pretty cool. But the sheep that were next to it were far more interesting. Although we didn't get to chase the sheepies. That would have been fun. So instead, I settled for 2 postcards and a t-shirt and hopped back onto the bus. That and taking 40 pictures or so.
And that was Stonehenge: Ancient Starbucks Mecca of the Ancient World. Or a Coldstone Creamery. That'd be a preferable alternative.
Stonehenge: The Ultimate Prehistoric Food Experience
And that was Stonehenge: Ancient Starbucks Mecca of the Ancient World. Or a Coldstone Creamery. That'd be a preferable alternative.
Stonehenge: The Ultimate Prehistoric Food Experience
1 comment:
I like that the thing on your mind when staring at a pile of old rocks is food.
That's why we're friends.
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