First, this is about my long weekend in Bath, Salisbury, and Bristol.
Second, you are in for a treat. There are three extremely rare photographs in this post.
So Thursday started off with Theater class as it usually does. That was all good and well.
We returned to the flat, packed for the trip, and made our way to Paddington Station. The paper said to be there by 11:30, and we got there at like 11:25. We started walking really fast and got to the train just as the doors were closing. It was a real "stop the closing door with your arm" situation (and no, before you ask, I did not actually stop the closing door with my arm). We sat down only to realize that only 3 other people from our group of 25 were actually on this train. This is because we were on the wrong train. Fortunately, this train stopped at Bath too, so we were fine. Anyway, we arrived at Bath.
I should note that I have no pictures for a little while because I was generally disoriented and concerned solely with being in the right place at the right time, and this is exactly why I decided to get ice cream. It was tasty. Then we waited at the station for everyone else to arrive, which they did... except one. You know that guy that's always late; this is that guy of our group (though I will pick on him no further because he is a chill and cool guy as well). He was told (on the phone) the directions to the youth hostel and that the rest of the group was going on ahead. We just needed a bus because 2 miles up a mountain with three days of clothes and supplies on our backs just sounded like lunacy... because we are fat Americans, you see. There was one problem... the guy handing the bus pass thingies was a cantankerous a-hole. You know those bitchy (this is apparently not a swear) secretaries? This guy was like a male version of that with a posh British accent. In the end, we did not get the passes but just paid for single tickets. Anyway, bus took us to the hostel, which looked like this.
|Not this one.|
|This is what we had trouble finding.|
Anyway, the tour began with some witty British banter from JJ, the guide.
Friday morning I had 4/7 of a traditional English breakfast (that is I ate the sausage, eggs, bacon, and hash browns, and I omitted the mushrooms, tomatoes, ad beans). After getting ready, we walked into the city via a shortcut that offered more stunning sites and beautiful properties.
|What happens if you use the baths.|
|You can't be serious...|
|Rare Photograph #1|
|Brain hemorrhage in 3… 2… 1…|
|This did not stop me from eating it.|
We had to get up very early Saturday to catch an 8:15 bus to Stonehenge. The drive through the countryside was beautiful. It was so beautiful, in fact, that I was stuck in one of those perpetual nodding-off-but-not-sleeping states. That being said, what did see was stunning. I have lived in New Jersey my whole life, and I have been living in a city for two weeks, so it was really relieving to see endless amounts of nothing. Anyway, we got to Stonehenge, got off the bus, and met our tour guide, who was awesome. We had a few minutes before the actual tour started, so we had a few minutes of free time. It was then that I noticed a chair back just sitting there. Now I am not one to waste a chair back, so I used it for some rest.
|Rare Photograph #2|
|… the bump on here…|
|… went into the hole here.|
|Rare Photograph #3|
We got back on the bus and headed toward Salisbury. It was a short walk until we got to the Cathedral, which was amazing. The cathedral in built on a foundation that is only four feet underground. For those who are not civil engineers, if you asked a contractor to try that today, he would tell you to fornicate yourself with a red hot fire poker. One side of the cathedral a lot of scaffolding on it, which I hate, so I did not get a picture of that side. However, I have these pictures of the cathedral.
|Setting the alarm must suck.|
We arrived in beautiful, beautiful Bristol and – hey wait a minute! This place is a hellhole! We marched for about 90 through what had to be the not-quite-a-ghetto of Bristol until we found our hostel, Malago, which was AMAZING. We had a bathtub for goodness sake, and all for £25 per person.
|Makes the flat look like crap.|
Remember when I said I felt sick? I was right. The day I am about to describe happened whilst ill. We woke Sunday and it was raining, which was really auspicious for the International Kite Festival we were planning to attend. We ate breakfast and started walking around when we encountered a half marathon, which was exciting to see. We would later cross paths with this marathon no fewer than a dozen times before the day was over.
|Bristol 1, Bucknell 0|
We finally got to an applicable bus stop and took it to the Clifton Suspension Bridge, a beautiful bridge that provided stunning panoramic views and an up close look at the bridge engineering of the time.
SO… WORTH… IT…
The International Kite Festival was that kind of amazing that leaves you dumb struck. I will show all the pictures at the end, but I cannot describe how awesome this festival was. There were kites of all designs, shapes, colors, themes, and sizes. We then watched a synchronized kiting routine choreographed to the song “Come Together”, which when said, prompted the kite fliers to bring their kites together. I cannot describe what I saw other than that it was the pinnacle of human existence and no one has any reason to live. I have not yet figured out how to get the video off my camera, but I will post it when I do. Here is the festival.