Saturday, 13 November 2010

bonfire night.

Bonfire Night.                                                              
 On November 5th the English celebrate Bonfire Night, or Guy Fawkes day. According to, Guy Fawkes was England's greatest traitor and is famous for trying to blow up parliament. Bonfire night is celebrated by burning an effigy of Guy Fawkes on a bonfire and lighting off fireworks. 
This year we went with a group of friends to the racecourse in Worcester to watch the blaze and fireworks.
Sadly, we missed the lighting of the bonfire and burning of Guy Fawkes.  
But that's because we stopped at the chippy first. 

It was our first proper chippy since moving to the UK.  I will tell you why it has taken 18 months to enjoy this national delicacy. When we arrived in the UK, the very day, we went to a pub and ordered fish and chips. Classic rookie mistake, we have since learned.  The only way to eat fish and chips is from the local chippy.  And the only way to tell how good a Fish and Chips takeout is: the quality of the chips.  I'll be honest, these were a bit soggy.  I'm told the good ones are crisp on the outside and soft on the inside.


When Mom and Dad came out in September we took a weekend trip to Norway to see Mom's cousins. It was one of the best trips we have taken.  Our relatives took us around Bergen and showed us 'Norway'.  We took trains through the countryside, buses along the steepest, curviest road in Norway, and a ferry through the fjords.  Spectacular is the only way to describe the country.