I was told not to go to Stonehenge, acquaintances from work, tourists, and locals.
I had already lost my tour since I misplaced my printed ticket and I was told to get another at the tour office. Which tour office? I didn’t find the office and the bus left without me. Later I would find out that they were sorry they left me because I was, indeed, on the passenger list. It would be until next week, on a Saturday that I could take the tour again. I was hesitant.
I was pondering the comments I received about Stonehenge, the fact that I would be going by myself, I was going to miss the activities I had planned for that day, and at the end that place was just a bunch of stones placed next to one another and some on top.
Living in a country full of pyramids, I had to take back my statement about Stonehenge being only a tiers of stones. From my state of being at that moment, Stonehenge was more than what I was told, I was really moved by being there. I don’t regret it now and for sure I will be back.