Finally arrived in Bristol. Not quite sure what I was expecting. I suppose I was picturing a little more "quaint seaside town" and a little less "streets of Oliver." However, the street art is quite impressive. The renegade artists must have cherry pickers or really really tall ladders because these things are a couple stories tall.
Orientation in London was a helpful interlude before delving into the great unknown that is the UK education system. They kept the icebreaker games to a minimum and everyone was incredibly friendly.
Plus, they really went all out for us Americans to present us with some classic British amenities. Unfortunately, they were evidently on a budget as the town crier who performed at 7am on the second day of orientation had a much more garbled approach. The words that were enunciated were quite colorful. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was simply a disgruntled drunk shouting aimlessly at various buildings. But she clearly has some standing in society as she got her very own police escort.
Now that's what I call a dedicated appreciation of one's history.
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