Long Tong Silver Nudo

cruise Russia and Scandinavia - the third episode

Dover Castle

Today's going to be a pretty intense day. Dover in itself is not much of a city. However, the castle is a beautiful place to see, not to be missed.

welcomes us Ample parking, well maintained and mostly free. Quickly found a place, perhaps because early risers this morning - at half past nine! - Very few.

The structures of the manor not keep a lot inside. The building is bare, furniture and furnishings were reconstructed. There are also bizarre visual and sound installations, sometimes truly bizarre. If one treads on a carpet, a voice yells, "Put your feet away from the carpet! Certain sounds evoke the clink of utensils on display on improbable plank vintage.

On the vast lawn in front of the castle is being partecipatissima a representation of an attack by pirates, with actors in masks and a gun almost blank. In the sense that shoots really does a bang, but the bullets are made of highly compressed weeds. Given the range, better steer clear of her mouth.

Continuing the visit, the tunnel by evoking the ancient medieval atmosphere, dark and wet, these tight places. The tour then slips quickly re-emerge in the sun and the wind rushing this beautiful morning.

visit more impressive is that the underground citadel dating back to World War II, a short distance. It's really striking is the detailed reconstruction of the different environments: teletype, electric generators, encoders, sounds and lights that show the difficult conflict. The size and, paradoxically, the sense of claustrophobia, but also sounds a bit 'left of the machine will impress the most jaded visitor. The exit to the library soon make you forget everything else. Too bad the underground hospital was already booked, as it was the most important area. The several miles yet to travel have made us give up by waiting for the next round.

Tired and satisfied, waiting for us to embark on Constellation and return the car.

After requesting an indication of a police patrol, the official team Francesca. As I explained in the street, throw a second and more grim look in his direction. The British prefer the word before, hopefully you understand them on the fly through their rich nonverbal language. "Please fasten your seat belt, ma'am!" No way, language is too cryptic. "Ah France, belting 'belt!

Now the agent is smiling, but not too much. Thank goodness that did not make us fine.