Cambridge

I needed a break from the hostel in London, so Cambridge couldn't have come at a more perfect time.  The experiences in the hostels have been good barring the first two nights in the eight man room with at least three smelly dudes..... and I mean smelly!  Extreme B.O., and some poo mixed it with it.  One guy had to of had Tuberculosis also, cause he hacked something up for nearly two hours, and another had some butt crack showing with his hand lodged into it when I awoke.  Sound extreme?  Well it was.

I have never had a more frustrating time pursuing shut eye in my life!  I had to smash my face into the comforter and use it as an air filter, and you can imagine that a hostel comforter isn't all fresh and wonderful itself.  So I finally made it off to sleep and once I left the room in the morning, wasn't returning until absolutely necessary.

So now you understand my excitement for a B&B in the smaller town of Cambridge.

We arrived in Cambridge at nearly 4pm, and moseyed on over to the Leverton house, our Bed and Breakfast about 2 or so miles outside of town.  Heaven lay beyond the door to our room.  We had a California King, and two other beds incase that one wasn't juuuuuust right, a TV, nice shower, tea and cookies, free WiFi, and a continental breakfast!  Damn we were living like a king and queen.

For dinner we decided to eat an international meal, and our choices were Indian or American, so we chose the wiser of the two; McDonald's.  Wow, that was hands down the best McD's I have ever scored (yep, better than China and Brazil).  In our short stay we learned that all of the eggs for McDonald's are free range, and the ketchup had no high fructose corn syrup in it, and we didn't feel like crap after eating it.

After a stupendous night of sleep, and incredible english breakfast, we set out for the city center.  The day was full of old buildings, churches, and Universities (31 Colleges comprise Cambridge University).

Kings Chapel/College

We finished our day with the spectacular culinary master Jamie Oliver.  Well, he wasn't there as far as we know, but it was his restaurant; Jamie's Italian.  Yep, another adjective to express the dinner!  FABULOUS!  We decided to get a few plates and share a bit with each other; Megs got the Wild Truffle Tagliatelle, and I the Feathered Steak, and green olives on ice.  I'm not quite sure how to express with words how wonderful the dishes were, but they were, and couple them with a delightful glass of organic house red wine, and you got yourself two happy travelers.  Head on over to Megan's blog for the full story of Jamie's Italian.

As the evening slipped away, we had a taste of some home made ice cream, and ventured back to the B&B where we were swallowed up by our king sized bed and fell into a deep hibernation.

Cambridge was great!