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Tuesday 25 September 2007--After a three-hour layover in Schiphol--mind your step!--I arrive in Bristol, England, pick up this year's Punto (black), and head for Salisbury. Stop briefly in Warminster for supplies. As I approach Salisbury, I see signs for Stonehenge, and decide to go there straight away.

There is an absurd moment when Stonehenge first comes into view, and one thinks to one's self, is that it? Well, what else can it be? It's an odd sensation, to be sure, to see it with your own eyes at long last. Who hasn't seen ten thousand photos of it? [Two more below--the light was not very good, better ones tomorrow.] It's so familiar...and yet, until you stand there yourself, you don't really know what it's like. Unfortunately, they don't let you get up close any more. I look at the stones for a long time, feeling alternately blasť and astounded. I decide that the original stones are actually in a British Museum warehouse, and these are styrofoam copies.

You can find out much more about Stonehenge than I can tell you at www.stonehenge.co.uk.

I find my B&B in Salisbury and have a short rest, then head out for a bit of a pub crawl. I start at Deacons, picked out of CAMRA's Good Beer Guide. Order a pint, and halfway through it, nod off to sleep. Out on the street, the cool evening air refreshes me, and I repeat the nodding trick in several more pubs.

The pub that makes the biggest impression on me is the Royal George. Low ceiling beams. Now I'm awake!

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