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  • It was a tough year and watching a series about exciting battles in the realm of the undead, of incest, and dragons made my life feel even more dull and empty. So while I was in the English countryside, I went on my own quest. A tourist's quest - to visit a stone circle. Not quite as monumental as a Stonehenge, but important to scientists. Just as much, even.

    So I set off - by foot - up the hills. And felt romantic. I knew I will sense an energy when I get there. The walk began in the woods, near some houses, up the hill , down the hill, up another hill. There was a breeze, and then a wind, and then rain. And then someone who said the stones are about 4-5 miles away. "I better hurry", I said.

    The road broke me. It was a strong wind. There was no energy I could feel. I got lost. Thought I found a shortcut. All phone batteries died a symbolic death. My achilles hurt. A light fever. Rain and wind, again and silly thoughts. I deserve trivial bad English weather for thinking this was going to be special.

    2 hours and a half on a lonely road, I did reach them. The Rollright Stones. And there were no other 'tourists'. I was alone with a stone formation with strong wind and rain. My umbrella bent and broke, and I was sure the witch from the legend that came with these stones didn't want me there. I touched the stones and had no energy to feel any energy from them.

    Went right on to figuring out my way back. Begging for a taxi. But no luck. Crying I limped back to the hotel for two hours and a half. Laid on the floor and swallowed an aspirin.

    Today I remember this... fondly(?) It wasn't mystical. And I wasn't a tourist. I was a weird girl walking with a broken umbrella, spotted by a couple of locals. And even though the witch didn't want me there, I touched one of the King's men from the rock formation. Cheers to a light achievement.
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