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My friend Ziggy and I had made plans to take a trip to Bath but ended up missing the train due to my incurable Cornish pasty addiction. It hurts more than just you, kids! While my butter-and-meat grease-filled fix was being heated up, the train scooted right out of the station. We finally tucked our tails between our legs and slinked off to the ticket machine where we bought some reasonable last minute tickets and were on our way. (Un)Fortunately, we ended up sitting right next to a gentleman named Trevor who had taught at Michigan State, shared a joke from behind the oval office desk with Bill Clinton, lived in no less than 5 countries, and liked the booze. Of course he decided to crack on to the two young ladies he had cornered on the train. 

When we got to Bath, I spent most of my time gasping and looking up. It's a tired joke that people in this country have shoes older than America but when you look around at graffiti written in 1649, you get a sense of the history of the place. I can imagine it as a hopping summer tourist spot for the social climbers of the day. It's beautiful here. Probably more so in the summer. The hostel we're staying at is just as beautiful as the rest of it. It's nestled in a little sidestreet promenade with a great view overlooking beautiful hills with tightly packed Georgian houses. 

We'll try and pack in trips to the Bath abbey, the Roman spa, and the wicked Chinese buffet we passed by earlier. Also, maybe a sightseeing tour. But the buffet first.