Stonehenge

Tuesday, 29^th of August, 2017.

               Train station: the prices to Portsmouth remain the same as last night: 18,20£. The guy asks me which Ferry I would take. When I said to Santander, he changes my station (from Portsmouth Harbor to Sea & something…) but just forgot to tell me. He says I will have to take a taxi. In my head I know I will have to walk. Oh! The train does not have an exact time but I know I have to be back at station around 2 o’clock.
              I just did not know how complicated would be to get back in there.
         I get in the tourist office to ask about where I buy the tourist bus tickets to Stonehenge. “Tourist bus” because (I do not know for sure) it looks like there is no other way to get in there. Or they are just trying to make more money and then they hide the information because when I am already in the car park at Stonehenge, I see a regular bus over there, so… If you are going over there, please take more time than me and ask and ask and ask. Do not be mistaken if you have another option.
              The lady warn me I could buy the tickets in there or in the bus that is leaving in less than five minutes. I run. The bus is in there but the driver is a complete prat! He says he cannot take me because he is not supposed to be in there anymore. Yeah, the time he passed arguing with me would be enough to put me inside. Now, here goes a warning: For all those people who cannot deal with people and work with it, mainly with tourists: QUIT! Go to do what ever other thing you want to do but stop being a bastard, ruining others poor people’s life! Some people wait their whole life to see some sights and they are really important to them, so when they have to meet with some prat like you in the middle of the way, that is really hard. QUIT!
              I am starting to think that I am not suppose to go to Stonehenge. But I thought – Come on! After everything I passed until now? No, no way: I am coming!
              Two guys arrive at the bus stop and I ask them take a look in by bags while I walk the two blocks until the tourist information and buy the tickets to avoid more complications.
        I change my pants into shorts on the bus (it is almost empty) and add some sunscreen.
         I make a plan to leave my backpack in the tourist information or in the coffee. Another disappointment: “Oh! I am sorry but we cannot do that because we are a big piece of shit which does not care at all with other people, even when our job depends of them!” That it is what you should tell us! And even when this very sweet lady overhear everything and offers to take a look in the backpack for me, the stupid woman who works there say she could not! What?? If I was not almost crying (big stupid emotions, I hate that!) I would say to her – How? Who you think you are to say to this lady here what she can or cannot to do? And the worse thing is that I had to leave there so quickly before start to crying that I could not even say thanks to that nice lady. I am sorry and I really hope one day you could read this and remember that day. You were dressing so well with some hippie clothes, you look so calm and gentle. I am really sorry about that!
              The thing is: I was not almost crying for having to carry my backpack: I have been doing this for the last few days and months. The problem is I get so disappointed when I see someone that could save someone’s day with a very small act, but rather be a complete prat and say: no. And do not come with “It is against the rules” and some shit like that! It was not a small black suspicious bag that could be a bomb. It was a huge backpack, I was obviously a traveler who suffer a lot with it and was asking for someone to take a look for a single hour during which I would go, peacefully until the stones.
              After drying my tears I take my way. With the bus directly to the stones, I am there in less than 15 minutes.
              The Monument it is beautiful! It is extraordinary to be in a place that you heard about it your whole life, that you saw in a lot of movies, that most everyone know about it. And they are really amazing! But all of you know how dreamer I am and how I am looking for something magic and supernatural in my life. That did not happen in Stonehenge. So where? Maybe Egypt…
              I stay for something like half an hour and then I leave. I know, it is a shame. If I could, I would stay there, just staring at the Stones, the whole day… What if the government just invented them? Laugh. But you should totally do that. There are many different walks you can do in the Park, including walking to the Stones.
              When I get in the tourist bus, I tell the new driver that the last one was not a nice person but he, instead, was very kind. He says: “Just forget about him then, and only remember about me!” Wise man!
              I am back in Sailsbury with a lot of time to take the train.
           In the train, I take the coordinates to where I suppose to leave and go. It is when I realized that my ticket is to Sea & something station, where I should leave and not Portsmouth Harbor. Thanks tickets sailor!
              In the way, I buy a Doritos, my dinner at the Ferry.
              I get in there a bit after 4 o’clock. It is fine, I am save.