Cambridge - next stop train depot

Once upon a time two danish girls went on the train from London to Cambridge. Yes, we did! Another tick was made on the must-see-list.

3 weeks ago on a very sunny day, Anna and I decided to explore Cambridge. Actually, we wanted to rent a car and explore the countryside, but came to the conclusion that it was too risky when none of us have tried to drive on the left hand side before.

Off we went ..
We could not have picked a more warm and beautiful day to go sightseeing in Cambridge. For the first time we had done juuust a little research on our destination. Here is the list of what we wanted to see:

- Punting*
- Bike tour
- Fitzbillies (Cambridge's oldest craft bakery)*
- The Eagle (traditional English pub)*
- The Corpus Clock (apparently a must-see thing in Cambridge)
- La Raza (Tapas & cocktail bar)*
- King's College*
- People's Portraits Exhibition
- The Orchard Tea Gardens
- Baroosh Bar & Kitchen

Unfortunately we did not get to see everything but the places with a * behind are the places we went.

After arriving to Cambridge we were met by a nice warm breeze but also a very indescribable smell. I hope it is not how it usually is!?
Anyway, we followed the crowd from the train to what seemed like the right direction into the city centre.

Walking past an old charming church we then came to a nice green area where people were playing football and others sunbathing or just hanging out - Parker's Piece.

Although we had a tiny  before-lunch-thing back in London, we started to get hungry again and decided to eat lunch at The Eagle. Sadly we were left much disappointed as there was full to the brim with people who apparently had the same idea as us.
But as the saying goes; April showers bring out May flowers (på dansk; intet er så skidt at det ikke er godt for noget) and we bumped right into a guy (acutally, first we met a girl but she did not sell the tickets quite as well as "sunburned CJ") who offered us a punting ride we could not say no to - so we rushed to find a little something that was eatable on-the-go.

Our guide and punt-driver(?!?) - I think we were the only ones lucky enough to have a shirtless guide - uh la la

After 40 minutes our ride had come to an end - we could have kept our tiny butts in the comfortable seats all day, but we had to give up our space for new arriving tourists.
I bet these punting rides are good for hungover days - just like our canal boats in Copenhagen.

Giddy up and go on - so we did. By foot we explored the small and charming streets, book shops, graduating clothes shops, faculties etc.

After enough of walking we bought ice cream and went sunbathing in Parker's Piece. A nap and an ice cream later we met with some locals who invited us out for a pool game and as we always take up a challenge we gladly followed them. How the game ended will go into the unknown ;)

We then said goodbye to our new Cambridge acquaintances and went on to new adventures which led us to La Raza where we had delicious tapas and cocktails for dinner before jumping on the last train back to London

Very much exhausted after an amazing day in an old and historic city Anna and I took the last train back. Unfortunately we could not help but falling a sleep.

Groggy and disorientated we woke up around 1am and could not understand why the train was not moving anymore. From the time to judge, we should have been at Liverpool Street station around 00.30.

It then dawned on us that no one else was in the compartment and the train was not near a platform and even worse - the doors were locked! We realized that we were stuck somewhere in a locked train and had no idea how to get out.
The only thing that came to our minds we to laugh and we laughed all the way down to the end of the train and knocked very friendly on the door to the train cab.

No reply.. but out of nowhere another train came in next to us and had some technical staff onboard. Looking very lost at them they just started laughing as well but came and unlocked the doors (a bit traumatic haha).

They were really kind and also told us that it was not the first time this had happened. They had even checked the train at Liverpool Street station before departing, but guess how... from outside the train(?) - and as we were laying down on the seats they had not seen us!!
Apparently we were on the borders to Hackney and Leyton (not so close to Liverpool Street station as we had imagined) at the train depot, not a very comfortable area to be at in the middle of the night, so they figured it was best for us to take a cab home. Yet, it just made our trip more fun and exciting :)