Start of Easter Break means many travels!

Almost as soon as I returned from Pembrokeshire, it was time to head out for Easter Break.  I had 4 weeks to do whatever, and I intended not to waste it.
I traveled up to Cambridge, where my good friend and fellow counselor from summer camp was studying.  He is called Ed.  We had some great times back at summer camp, including a time when we played a game with Dobby (Harry Potter) against Smeagol (Lord of the Rings).  I hadn't seen him in more than a year, so it was great to catch up with him and swap stories from school and camp.
We went around Cambridge looking at all the architecture and history.  Cambridge recently celebrated its 800th anniversary.  And that is just the university! It is wild!  We saw cavernous cathedrals, vaulting citadels, cobbled streets, and Ed's housemates (who were very lovely indeed).  Ed is in his 3rd year at school, and being at Cambridge, means he has a lot of work to do.  Because of this, we spent time in the library revising and writing for summer term.

Ed on the boat

One of the days, we got Mr. Sam Dunn to come down to Cambridge. Sam also worked at camp, and has done so for the past 4 years.  It was a miniature reunion! Sam only lives about an hour away from Ed, up in Wisbech.  When he came down, the weather was very nice, sunshine and all!  We then decided it would be a good day to hit the town and walk around.  We also thought we should go punting.

Me getting attacked by a tree

Sam giving it a go.

Punting is, in essence, what you see people in Venice do in the movies.  You know, the guy on the long skinny boat using the pole to push it around?  Yeah, so we decided to rent one ourselves, meaning we would have to steer and drive it.  Ed went first, as he had actually punted before and did a very good job doing so.  The view from the river was very nice, and it was ever so relaxing!  Next it was my turn to try this crazy method of propulsion.  I ambled up to the platform and started sticking the pole in the water.  It turns out it isn't as easy as it looks.  I took us on a zig-zaggy pattern through the river, and hardly managed to stay going in a constant direction for more than a minute.  Nevertheless, we powered through the difficulties and continued onward.  After me, it was Sam's turn.  I figured he'd be a natural, seeing how he was the boating director at camp last summer.  Well.  You know what they say about "assume."  He ended up having a lot of the same problems I had, but I still think he was better.  On the way back to the landing, some other people accidentally rammed us while I was punting, and I was devastatingly close to falling into the murky water.

Hockey

Once this had finished, we ate a giant lunch (complete with dessert) and Ed headed to the library to work.  Sam and I decided to walk around, and lo and behold!  We run into Daisy, one of my good friends from Royal Holloway!  It was surreal.  So we went out for a walk and a bit of food with Daisy, catching up and hanging out.  Soon, she had to go to work, and we went back to Ed's for the night.

The next day, I headed to Wisbech with Sam to see his hometown.  Wisbech is a fairly small town, the type where everyone seems to know everyone else.  Sam lives on a farm of sorts, with many chickens and a few horses.  His dad is a mechanic dealing primarily in farm equipment.
Sam said he was going to take me to the local club, called Mendi's, later that night.  We met up with his friends at a local pub before heading out.  They were all really good guys, and most of them knew Sam through cricket and hockey.  (Grass hockey in the US).  Before long, we were feeling good, and ventured to the club.  It was a fun little place, but the energy was high!  Once we left, Sam and I ended up walking back to his house, which turned out to be a good 5 miles away or something, so it took us a fair chunk of time to get back.
The next day I got to see my first ever hockey game!  Sam's sister Georgie was playing in the Championship round, and they were undefeated all season.  It is very similar to ice hockey, but of course there was no checking, and only the goalie had pads.  The girls took the title, and we went to their clubhouse to celebrate.  When I say "celebrate" it really meant that the girls got to celebrate while the boys put together a cricket bowling cage, which is essentially the same thing as a batting/pitcher cage used in baseball.  There were no instructions, and very limited tools.  Thankfully, there were plenty of us men around, and with a little bit of elbow grease, the lot of us got the thing up in something like 4 hours.  It was then that we were allowed to celebrate.  We had a few drinks in the clubhouse before heading out to get some currey.  It was here that the highlight of Wisbech came into fruition.

Sam's House

Sitting next to us were 6 women who were all related and in their middle-ages.  They were getting a bit tipsy and having a good time.  Sitting across from me was Dom, one of the guys I was now friends with.  Every once in a while, we would hear this high-pitched wail, somewhere between a banshee scream and a creaky gate opening.  Dom an I made eye contact, and in that eye contact I could tell we were both thinking the same thing, "what is that sound and where is it coming from?"  After a few more of these, I pinned down that it sounded like.  It sounds like the baby velociraptor that Allen Grant holds in Jurassic Park.  When I told the rest of the table my discovery, we burst into hysterics, but of course we had to be polite and hold in the laughter.  In our recon, we determined that she was in fact, laughing.  The sound was her laugh.  Before long, the other table realized we found it funny, and started laughing even more.  We got to talking with them and bantering about her insane laugh.    Soon, it seemed like the whole restaurant was in on it.  It was unbelievably hilarious, and a good way to close my time in Wishbech.