The Eden project, home to some of world’s most amazing plants, peace and tranquility are words that come to mind. Eden is the place where you come to relax, explore the rainforests and take a slow walk through the Mediterranean.
Visiting with friends, I was almost sure that they would enjoy it. Surprised that I’d never ventured to the project before, I explained that St Austelle should be called St Awful and that’s probably the reason why I haven’t been there before.
The day started with a brief train journey then catching a bus ready to transfer you, we then had to wait in line for about ten minutes. The tickets were a reasonable price to pay and also gaining a years free pass along with it, not too bad really for a student.
Entering Eden itself and some much needed photos of us three in front of the infamous globes, we looked in the first garden leading to the Egg Room. My friend Rosie, took pictures in every sight, taking about half an hour to get through the first part. While me and my other friend Ed, we scouted on a head and had to stop for Prince Charles and Camilla who happens to be the Duchess of Cornwall, to exit the main Dome. I was quite excited trying to catch a glimpse of them coming out. I had my camera ready, hoping to get a few snaps for on here, sadly not. Having waited nearly half an hour for these pompous royals, they just jumped into the nearest Mercedes and Landrover and spun off into the distance, not even waving to us or the school children above them, disgusted!
“The quicker Prince William is promoted, the better!.” A passerby said.
Finally able to enter, we were greeted with food halls, school exhibitions and the Egg. This big white egg did nothing for me whatsoever; everyone was looking at it as if it was Holy or something.
Moving on into the first dome, it had the warmest of air blowing through the entrance, enticing visitors to just stand in the doorway. Managing to walk through the crowds there were the rainforests of the likes of Bali and Indonesia. The variety of flowers and trees were phenomenal. The temperature was pushing forty degrees max, my friend as usual was taking pictures of every nook and cranny, myself and I decided to scout on a head looking for the next checkpoint. On the way round, I spotted a flower that’s now extinct from Madagascar but now flowering in different continents around the world. It has been responsible of curing hundreds of children of Leukemia in the pass. I was very impressed; even now I was inclined to taking a sneaky picture for myself.
The rainforest was a joy to see, the atmosphere was as if you were abroad, capturing the essence. After exiting the hot, hot, hot rainforest you were briefly caught by the adjoining gift shop and then took into the Mediterranean room. There was masseuses, kids storytelling shows, which were really aggravating when you’re trying to look around and its really warm with a mans voice in the background changing every second. However the roses were beautiful growing in vines up the walls and rows of vegetable patches that should be growing in Valencia, Spain. Both rooms were fantastic, great variety, interesting information and nice weather, I’ll be visiting again soon.
That afternoon there was sound checks and the Eden Project was getting ready to host a music show with Brandon Flowers. I have known them to have Pendulum in the past and Drum and Bass awards, so next time I may plan to go. The venue is a nice backdrop for shows at nighttime.
Taking a little train journey with a tractor, eco all the way that’s all I’m saying! We were brought back to the entrance not forgetting that I need to make a dash for the gift shop before we go home. I fell in love with a tiny orange tree, but its too hard for me to maintain. Instead I chose something a little easier… A cactus and a Venus fly trap. They are my favorite and fascinating to watch. Spending just under a tenner, everyone can afford.
Now my day was done, ready to get the bus again and train home. We had quite an adventure and hopefully and most probably surely will visit again soon.