Tuesday, 24 May 2011
“It was you who was all eyes on him.”
As soon as Art muttered those words, I felt embarrassed, to the point that my face was almost noticeably red, even though there were a lot of acne breakouts recently.
We were walking at the banks of River Cam, overlooking the King’s College Chapel. It was two days after my parents left (about April 8), so we decided to plan a day-long trip at one of the most renowned universities in the world right before the new term starts.
Yes, compared to Oxford (which I’ve been to last January), there are a lot more things in store in this town that was Ironically founded by none other than residents and graduates of Oxford.
There was this sort of thing called punting, wherein you can ride on a boat that will be maneuvered by the punter by pushing against the river bed by the pole.
It has been a tradition that Cambridge university students would be the ones punting; it has been primarily their source of income and a way to boost tourism. With 10 pounds per head, it's great value for money. Plus, why not enjoy under the sun in balmy temperatures?
And mind you, most of these Cambridge lads are hot.
So the one punting our boat was not a student, which as a bit strange (he explained it at the start of the tour).
So here’s our punter, the guy called… Guy. (Whut?)
Not as hot as the other punters out there, but his innocence and good sense of humour allured most, if not all that were in the boat, including me.
He even pointed out that for 200 pounds a month, one can get a whole one bedroom flat (with a private toilet and kitchen) in Cambridge, if your brain is worthy enough for the uber-reasonably priced accommodation. Most roomshare single rooms in London are about 250-300 a month.
And to that, Art must’ve noticed that I kept on staring at our punter… erm I mean listening to what he was saying, instead of taking breathtaking pictures of the medieval colleges situated by the banks.
Was I too obvious? Maybe.
The punting session was over, it was time for some quality moments with this town that houses some of the oldest academic traditions in the country, If not the world.
Walking outside the greens of King’s College Chapel, one can think of numerous possibilities and outcomes.
Cambridge students consider themselves lucky, for they can sit beside the River Cam to read on their latest law or marketing book.
There I was, contemplating on the Bridge of Sighs.
What if I studied in Cambridge instead? Life would have been totally different. Studying in a quiet town full of students alike will be a lot more enjoyable, that’s what I am sure of. Aside from the fact that I get to see handsome guys every day, it will be an assured spot in the workforce come graduation. My life would have been the stereotypical ‘student life,’ which is to study hard, and party harder.
Now, if only I can address the £20,000 issue.