December 26, 1998, my friend Bob and I were deployed to RAF Mildenhall England for two weeks with the reserves. We were fortunate enough to get the weekend off, and ended up spending New Year's Eve weekend in London. The day before we came home, we had a day to explore Cambridge England.
We did the usual touristy stuff. We saw Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, spent New Year's Eve in Trafalgar Square with about a million of our closest friends. We checked out many local pubs like the Sherlock Holmes, The Rat and The Parrot, Theodore's Bullfrog (where Bobby served a short shift as a cocktail waitress) plus several more that I've forgotten.
We took an audio tour of Kensington Palace and I decided we should take a stroll through Hyde Park - a stroll that ended five hours later since we got lost somewhere along the way.
The first half of the pictures are of London, the bottom half of Cambridge. Cambridge was so beautiful, I used to think Cambridge was the most beautiful city in the world, but now that I've journeyed to Rome I've changed my mind. We attended a choral service in an ancient Anglican church and climbed the bell tower to the top. A beautiful peaceful place.
Usual touristy stuff, posing by the British phone booths, locked in tour bus bathrooms, taking part in a group urination on Trafalgar Square, getting trapped in the underground subway "Tube" doors, singing Sheena Easton songs ....
Right after New Year's rang in on Trafalgar Square. Bobby took this picture of me as soon as the crowds cleared. I found myself surrounded by men of all nationalities who kept saying, Americans kiss at midnight, no? Apparently not a global custom!
