We took a bus to St Albans, and upon getting off I saw a glimpse of life in a small town on a Saturday morning.
The market is open only on Wednesdays and Saturdays, so we were lucky to see it. There was a lot of fresh produce being sold, which reminded me of a little English nursery rhyme that went "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig". And the mushrooms taste weird here. Like more than a little mushroomy. You can virtually taste the earth they are grown in, which is disgusting.
Chatting up one of the shopkeepers. He must have been amused to see so many Asian people. Half the angmohs here still think Singapore is somewhere in China, and some of them can't actually believe we speak English well. But when they are nice they are usually quite amusing. This one tried to offer us his whole shop for a pound, but we had to decline because I was the only guy there and I can't carry that many plastic bags.
On the streets of St Albans. Guess who's always ready for a camera moment.
The Abbey and Cathedral of St Alban. An example of English architecture at its finest. England is full of such buildings, which really makes you appreciate how much culture there is in the country. This cathedral alone is about a thousand years old or more.
Inside the church.
I didn't take this picture but I included it to give everyone an idea of just how huge and breathtaking the cathedral was. We were running out of time so we had to give the west wing of the church a miss. We were inside for an hour and I think we only toured like half of it.
It was only 3pm and it was already starting to get dark. The reality of life in winter, where the sky is dark by 5pm.
St Albans at 530pm. The towns here look better at night than in the day, and here is an example.
Just something I saw in the supermarket that amused me to no end. Seasoning for jerks. Hmm.
I found this funny too. Innocent orange juice. I remarked that it was innocent because it hadn't been squeezed yet, and after that I was accused of being a pervert. Like whatever lol.
The market is open only on Wednesdays and Saturdays, so we were lucky to see it. There was a lot of fresh produce being sold, which reminded me of a little English nursery rhyme that went "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig". And the mushrooms taste weird here. Like more than a little mushroomy. You can virtually taste the earth they are grown in, which is disgusting.
Chatting up one of the shopkeepers. He must have been amused to see so many Asian people. Half the angmohs here still think Singapore is somewhere in China, and some of them can't actually believe we speak English well. But when they are nice they are usually quite amusing. This one tried to offer us his whole shop for a pound, but we had to decline because I was the only guy there and I can't carry that many plastic bags.
On the streets of St Albans. Guess who's always ready for a camera moment.
The Abbey and Cathedral of St Alban. An example of English architecture at its finest. England is full of such buildings, which really makes you appreciate how much culture there is in the country. This cathedral alone is about a thousand years old or more.
Inside the church.
I didn't take this picture but I included it to give everyone an idea of just how huge and breathtaking the cathedral was. We were running out of time so we had to give the west wing of the church a miss. We were inside for an hour and I think we only toured like half of it.
It was only 3pm and it was already starting to get dark. The reality of life in winter, where the sky is dark by 5pm.
St Albans at 530pm. The towns here look better at night than in the day, and here is an example.
Just something I saw in the supermarket that amused me to no end. Seasoning for jerks. Hmm.
I found this funny too. Innocent orange juice. I remarked that it was innocent because it hadn't been squeezed yet, and after that I was accused of being a pervert. Like whatever lol.