Soton to Bath Adventures

So me and my friend from Oz, Ziggles McGinty, made our way from our adorable little Ikea hotel to the train station where, while I was waiting for the girl to heat up my cornish pasty, we ended up missing our train. It stopped for maybe 10 seconds, opened the door, closed the door and buggered off. GREAT. So we ended up having to buy a new ticket which we expected to be near to 100000000000 pounds. It ended up being a pretty sweet deal though, not nearly as much as we expected and, after walking between the bus station and train station to check prices/times, we hopped on the train and left for Bath. On the way we met Trevor, who had taught at Michigan State, met Bill Clinton, lived in about 40 countries (or so it seemed) and liked the booze. He also professed his love for AC/DC, which I thought was mildly hilarious. He also said he was married, then hit on my friend, then spontaneously became unmarried with a girlfriend in Bath. He also gave us his phone number which, needless to say, we have hesitated to use. Upon getting to Bath, I was wandering around, dumbstruck by the gorgeous old buildings. It's insane. This city has shoes older than America. Having just seen The Duchess and various Jane Austen movies, I have to say I'm feeling like I'm in a movie. It's just beautiful here. The hostel is great as well, it's a YMCA nestled in a little sidestreet promenade. When we checked in, the lady told us that since it was sort of empty, they had upgraded us to a twin room instead of an 10 bed dorm. I was super excited, especially since the end price was about 10 pounds less than what I had been expected to pay booking online. The room is snuggly and reminds me of my dorm room in college. The view is AMAZING. It overlooks hills and old Georgian houses. We got up early this morning for breakfast and decided that we'd take a walk around, trying to hit up Bath Abbey and the Roman Spa today. Maybe a sightseeing tour. Also, there is a distinct possibility for a Chinese buffet. HUZZAH ENGRAND.

Wubz.