Took the train to Bath Friday night, intending to find a day trip to the Avebury (pronounced Avebry) stone circles. My researches had found dozens of tours to Salisbury to take tourists to Stonehenge, but none to Avebury circles. I still thought Avebury could be done. Meanwhile, I was primed to see Bath by an Englishman (Peter) of my acquaintance who had lived in Bath for 8 years. He said there were weeks worth of things to see, and a beautiful city, to boot. I chose my hotel for its cheapness (£105 per night is cheap here, with most of that rate being made up by local taxes) and its excellent location (five blocks from the train station and three blocks from the Bath Abbey and the Roman Baths, five more blocks to the Bridge.) Glide your cursor over the photos in the collage and you’ll see the captions. The hotel is over 200 years old. Boasts a plaque that Admiral Nelson dwelt therein. So Did I Dwell.
I had a room on the top floor. The staircase got narrower and narrower as I trudged upward. One of the room-cleaning lads took pity on me and carried up my rolling bag and seemed astonished when I tipped him a pound. This room was an under attic small room with definite resonances of “early dorm room”.
I grabbed hat, purse and computer and followed the lead of my phone to the Apple Geniuses. I checked in and people-watched the customers while waiting to be seen. Thirty-something heavy guy with tattoos, ripped shorts, and a pink half-hawk. White-haired older woman with a jaunty pink streak in her bob. Japanese teen girl in a fake fur pink parka. And two out of the three were wearing sneakers with below ankle socks. Seems sneakers (not track shoes) are the fashion of choice.
Nick the Genius diagnosed Mostly Dead as being screen dead but brain alive, so we agreed on a brain transplant into a new MacBook. He warned it could take 48 hours. I had to head back to London in 18 hours. Still, I had to make the attempt. . . if it ran long they could probably send it to an Apple store in London. A quick consultation with a sales guy as to what customization I wanted, signing on dotted iPads, and off I went to find dinner.
Beef and Stilton pasty, £4, okay, not very flavorful, which is weird to say of something with Stilton in it. A £1 worth of tangerines, probably 20 of them. And a cone of Ice Cream of the Gods.
[5 days later, still nibbling away at the tangerines. Best food buy yet!] The ice cream of the gods was for average non-gods. Okay tasting, but I thought it needed cream and less milk.
The computer now in professional and hopefully good fast hands, I needed to figure out how to get to Avebury. And could I get a massage and mineral bath at Thermae Spa? And how many Bath sights could I fit in 18 hours, minus sleep?
This trip looks wonderful thus far, aside from flaming objects at the airport. The arm and hammer sticking out of the wall seems classic British art (not that I have much knowledge of such things). Love the instant karma of a glass of wine for reporting the unwanted guest. I probably would have escorted the guest out the window and then bought my glass of wine so well done, Anjala. Safe and pleasant travels.
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Thanks for all the photos and accounts of your travels.
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Hope you find a way to Avebury. If you like Jane Austen books, there is a house she in which she lived in Bath. Check it out if you have time.
Sorry about your tech problems.
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