Three sheets to the wind

Cambridge, for those who have never set foot in the jewel of East Anglia, is almost synonymous with its namesake University. However, one quickly realises that the town contains much more: Among others an important religious center and an ale-drinkers paradise. Most everything, though, does relate back to the University even religion and public houses. Indeed, walking through the streets and alleys, one is struck by the magesty of the buildings, and senses the ghosts of venerable members such as Newton, Bacon, Darwin and Keynes.

However, coming from a more humble, egalitarian, colonial country, it is hard to shake off feelings of wealth, priviledge and classism. Some of my favorites include students not permited to talk to tutors in the formal dining hall, and non-college staff not permitted to walk on the grass in the quadrangle. These divisions surround you. Escaping them is difficult.


Fortunately, everyone is equal in the pubs, and anyone can be royalty...