12.04.2011 - 13.04.2011
Remarkably, the flight over was pretty uneventful!! Save for a close shave with missing our Dallas to London flight on account of good margaritas, we did damn well. There were TVs and remotes in the back of the seats, and mom was even clever enough to figure out how to play solitaire and tetris!! I tried solitaire, but the person ahead of me was terribly upset over me asking him to fold in half so I could lay out cards properly.
Once we landed and got over the initial shock of jet lag and the tendency to giggle at all the fabulous English pronunciations of words, we boarded our bus to Bath around 1pm London time. It was a lovely and relaxing ride, watching the last bit of London go by through the windows and seeing it merge into the vivacious greens of the countryside outside of the city. The rapeseed is in bloom here, so there are just AMAZING bright yellow fields that pop up from time to time. Mom's gentle snoring was a delightful harmony to the drone of the bus, and I lost myself in a local tabloid paper that she was kind enough to pick up for me at the coach station. HRH Wills is just a CAD!
One in Bath, we delved right into the local scene. Mom launched herself into conquering the pay-as-you-go loo (slightly less than successful, but she put up a valiant effort, not to mention some awe-inspiring fortitude in patience), and I tried to get directions to "that circley-thingy at the top of the town" (jet lag DOES do a number on your brain... it's "the Circus"). We took a bus to wherever the bus driver deemed to be "that circley-thingy", and from there, naturally, got promptly lost. Having two rolling bags apiece (and not nearly enough sleep or booze in our systems), our frustration with the neanderthal-type Rick Steves drawings we were using was compounded by the cobblestone walkways.
The only good that came out of looping about the city (besides some excellent toning of the bum and improvement on my "french") was that we got our bearings for the downtown portion of town quite well. Not to brag, but we DID recognize the Jane Austen Museum each of the sixteen times we passed it.
We did find our B&B eventually, and the hostess was kind enough to help us with the two twisted, mangled bags. Then she helped with the luggage as well.