On Friday we drove out to Rye. The drive reminded me of travel in Okinawa. Even though we weren't going too far (maybe 70 miles), with all the stop-and-go traffic and small meandering roads outside of the city, it took several hours to get there.
Rye is quite nice - it's a very old village. It has some very very old building (things from the 1300s). Here are a few pictures I snapped while borrowing my friend's camera.
This last picture is of a small door in the side of one of the original gates to the town. It was built in 1300 and is about 50 feet thick!