47 hours in England

We just got back from merry old England.  The Brussels location's student government (the JCR, of which I am a part) went to England for a meet 'n greet with the main campus and their people.  We spent the day hanging out with the vice-chancellor, the main student union president, and others from the university.  Our budget got slashed pretty hard last year, so this was part of a PR offensive to make our case that we are doing good things with the university's money, and to better integrate our student government with the main campus.  All in all, it went pretty well.

We drove to France to the seaside town of Calais.  From there we drove the car onto a train (!) and took the underground tunnel.  The trip underwater took about 35 minutes.  We got to the hostel in England at about 11 at night, and went for a quick pint and some take out.  Meetings all the next day, ending with a pub crawl (purely diplomatic, of course).  Then the next morning we packed up and drove back to Brussels.  Bam.

Here are some photos:

Meet 'n greet with the vice chancellor.

The delegation and their take out.  From left: Sandenga, Andrew, Aurora, Phil, Thomas, Leanne, Moi, Kamil

Future role models.

Canterbury campus.  See the abbey in the background, as in the home of the Archbishop of Canterbury.  We didn't have a chance to visit this time but we hear it's some swell digs.

Getting bidness done.  To the left of me, Lauren, Tim and Helen, our English counterparts.

Driving into the train on the trip home.  It's, uh, cozy.

Lunchtime with the "Burghers of Calais."  I honestly did not know that this was the original Rodin when I was shaking hands with the guy.

Ok, time to go, my bathwater is ready.  The hot water is not working in our house right now so I boiled some water on the stove that I'm going to bathe myself with.  Everybody here has had that problem at sometime or another in Brussels, and usually it happens in the middle of winter so I've been warned not to complain.  Ciao.