With a ridiculously small amount of sleep, no breakfast and a rather grumpy man as our busdriver, we were on our way to Peterborough. Sitting on the bus, we observed people entering the bus and tried to find out if it was actually true that everyone thanked the bus driver when going off the bus, or if it was just a rule EF told us to encourage us to be as nice as possible (spoiler: it was 100% true). Due to being half asleep, the 58 minutes long journey didn't feel too long, and with a little luck we even managed to push the stop button at the right time (nope, the bus didn't have a monitor where you can see all of the destinations, so we had no clue where we were the entire time).
Arriving in Peterborough, with a little help of GPS and kind people, it was surprisingly easy to find out where to go. When we realised that we had about half an hour to eat some breakfast, we took our first steps in the streets of Peterborough. On both of our sides we could see little shops, international food markets and of course - lots of cafés and restaurants. In rebellion against the Costa-hype, we sat down at a French café (yes, ironically enough, we traveled all the way to the UK to eat at a French café) called "Le Petit Four" and had our petit déjeuner. They had a breakfast special for 4,50£, including coffee or tea, a baguette (I had the sweet version with jam and butter, but I believe they have something for bacon lovers, too), a croissant and orange juice.
Forgive me for the traditional and crappy-quality foodporn picture taken with my phone. The photograph I took of the café with my camera turned out to be unfocused, which I didn't notice until now.
With full and satisfied bellies, (and surely a satisfied waiter, due to the surprised expression on his face when we actually gave him a tip) we were on our way to the regional college in Peterborough. Little did we know that we didn't have to walk all the way to the college, but that we were supposed to meet him at the Media Center in town. Things had apparently been going too smoothly, of course something had to happen, right? Even though we could have saved the 30 minutes of walking, after just 20 additional minutes we shook hands with my media teacher Peter Rook. To our relief, his smile told us that he wasn't angry at me for being a dumb foreigner, unable to check the adress correctly, and so we sat down and attended the interview. I won't bother you with details here, but all in all it went great. I am certain that I'll have an amazing time, the three (!!!) days I'll attend college per week.
After the interview we had lots of time to walk around in the city and shop for a bit . I have to admit that I'm quite proud of myself for resisting the urge to empty my bank account in all the shops we visited (we went to Costa this time though, please don't judge me ok).
Tara and I actually found an art museum nearby (thank you old man for overhearing our conversation about being frustrated over not finding the museum), and we decided we would visit it next time. I didn't take lots of pictures, because I have been thinking about dedicating a whole day to a photography trip, but sometimes I just couldn't resist.
I mean, come on, how majestic doesn't this building look?
Some videos may or may not have been filmed, and I may or may not edit them into a vlog. ;))))
Talk to you all soon! x