I am in no way whatsoever a morning person. I’m the type that has
to set up six different alarms five minutes apart and sometimes I still don’t wake up. So when I found out
I had to be at the London Center at 7 am to board the bus that would take us to
Bath and Stonehenge, I was less than thrilled. But trust me on this one: it was
so worth the early rise.
As previously
mentioned, we got to the London Center at 7 am and boarded our ~Mercedes~ coach
buses shortly after. The bus ride was not long (considering I was sleeping for
most of it) and we arrived at Bath, where we went straight to the Roman Baths.
No, you can’t actually go in the
bath. Don’t worry though; at the end of the self-guided tour you can drink
water from it. I’m not going to tell you if it was the best water I’ve ever had
in my entire life or the nastiest thing I’ve ever tasted; that would ruin the
surprise.
After the
baths, I went on a walking tour provided by Simon, a professor at the London
Center who doubles as a blue badge certified tour guide. This guy is AMAZING
and I’m definitely his #1 fan. He took us around Bath and showed us many things
including the Circus and the Royal Crescent, which I originally read as the
Royal Croissant because I was pretty hungry at the time. After the walking tour
we took a beeline toward the nearest food place and despite being a very picky
eater, I tried a local staple called a Cornish pasty; it was absolutely
delicious and a necessity for anyone visiting. We also went to Sally Lunn’s
where we bought ourselves some buns, which are huge and another necessity for
if you’re ever in Bath.
Off to
Stonehenge! We got back on the bus and in no time we arrived at our next
destination. We went from the bus to a shuttle that would take us closer, and
then there they were. The rocks. Never have I been so excited about rocks in my
entire life. We took tons of pictures and some people were even holding each
other up to try to mimic the formation that the rocks were in. Unfortunately,
we weren’t allowed to go close to the stones or touch them. My friends and I
spent a lot of this time throwing around conspiracy theories about the
mysterious history of the stones and who put them there (aliens, obviously).
We parted ways with the rocks and I got back on the bus happy, and
then was even happier when I remembered I hadn’t eaten my bun from Sally Lunn’s
yet. When I got home, I popped it in the oven, put some jam on it, and ate the
whole thing. As I was doing so I thought to myself: waking up at 5:30 am to
make it to the London Center on time so I could drink bathwater, eat a bun, and
look at rocks? Absolutely worth it.
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