Marching to Clifton Suspension Bridge with Sheila/Carlos
Pueblo
A smiling
pretty young lady ran into me in front of a restaurant by
the Floating
Harbor across a small statue of Captain Cabot across
the water.
She asked me if I was from the Rock & Bowl, the hostel.
She saw me
at the kitchen and I asked her where she is going to.
Clifton
Suspension Bridge here we came, marching to the Avon
Gorge with
Sheila, a Spanish girl just finished her English project and
going home
to the Southern Spain on that evening. She was equipped
with an
i-phone and I thought that I could manage the long distance
march.
We’re on the
west direction toward the Clifton Village on the River.
During the
wind power sail era, Captain Cabot had moved half a
million from
the City Center of Bristol to the America, we called it
the British
Slave Trade in history, of course, there were some other
ports to be
functioned for such purposes such as Liverpool, etc. Even
though she
had the GPS and I had a city map, I still was accustomed
to ask people
on the streets to make sure our direction. We passed
by the
famous ocean liner sail with the city’s name now a museum
by the river
bank and a bridge to be across to the north bank in order
to get up to
the hill like gorge to reach the Suspension Bridge.
We passed by
a hilly subdivision of Clifton Village and we were very
close. The
suspension bridge is not in a big scale like the San Francisco’s
and yet very
scary if we looked down to the river bottom. Pedestrians
are allowed
to walk across freely yet the vehicles are under control of
numbers to
limit the weight burden of the bridge. We walked across to
the southern
end and came right back to enter the beautiful green park
with a
pretty church and an Observatory on the Observatory Hill. We
went
directly downhill toward the Brandon Hill and I encouraged her to
climb up to
the Cabot Tower and see the entire city.
I brought
her to the Palestine Museum to have a vegan plate for a late
Lunch. She
has been a vegetarian practitioner for years. I gave her Neal
Barnard’s
Reversed Diabetes for a future reference on vegie diet. She
took me to a
mall for some table tennis, Ping Pong. I wished I knew that
I would play
with a pretty girl with a strong back hand during these days.
Sheila is
one of my adopted daughter during these 4 weeks stay in England.
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