UK Travels Part 3
Tuesday, 5 April: Spent the morning calling car rentals. Met up with Ann who directed us to the train and car rental. Went to the train station and got our itinerary sorted out. Jumped on a bus and went to Islington. Stopped in the post office to change some money, the rate was 1lb to $1.91, ouch! Sent a birthday card to mom 1.30L I will not complain about 44 cents ever again. Took the bus back, met Ann for dinner. Found a used book store and bought a couple of books one being an atlas of the UK and the other a knitting pattern book, what else?
Wednesday, 6 April:
Took the train to Bath. The Enterprise car rental guy was there to pick us up. When we got to the rental place I asked for a map of the area, they didn’t have any. In fact, they have no maps for anywhere and getting help from them is like pulling teeth. The guy finally made a photo copy of the town from a book he had. Later I noticed that there was an inset that made note of a larger map for the heart of the city, would have been nice to have had that one. We did ask about the local hostels and the other guy (just a little more helpful) gave us the name and actually looked up the phone number for us.

Vroom, vroooooooom

And away we go...
Not to be deterred, we set out to explore the city. My cell phone minutes had run out, so we stopped at the grocery, charged my card up and went around the block twice before getting on the right road. We found a parking garage, I called the hostel and booked us a room, we could only stay there for one night and went to explore Bath.
Wandering around Bath we found the yarn store – Wool (www.woolbath.co.uk).

Wool Yarn shop
We found the visitors center and had to buy a city guide that was supposed to have a better map than the one we got from the car rental place – NOT.
Just up the alley from the wool shop., we found another hostel and went in and talked to them, they did have rooms for the following night, but we decided to wait until we knew what we were going to do before booking a room.
After we did our exploring, we decided to find the hostel before it got dark. What they didn’t tell us that everything out of the main part of the city is up hill and I do mean UP hill.
So here I am, driving on the “other right side of the road” (after all they think their side is the right side) in a stick shift. OMG!!! Have I mentioned that there are NO street signs and if there are they are overgrown with plants. So up the hill we go. At least the gas, brake and clutch were in their proper places, but that shifter on the left….hmmmmm. Of course by now it is 5 and everyone is going somewhere in a hurry. There are cars parked on the sides of the road and someone has to stop for the other side to go by, except I can’t figure out who should stop, it is different each time and then there are the city buses and the bus stops….
We went up the hill and figured out we were on the wrong road, but luckily the one we wanted was at the next intersection of 5 streets, just had to pick the right down one. We turn and go down, all the way to the bottom. Dodging other cars & buses and have to turn around and go back up. We got almost to the top and my nerves were just about shot. We managed to find a side street that actually had a street sign. I called the hostel and asked how I could find them. His answer was, “We’re halfway down the hill.” “Oh, fat lot of good that does me, how am I supposed to know when I’m halfway down?” I ask. So he elaborates just a little more and I tell him that If I don’t find it on this trip down, he’s going to have to come and get us.
Ok, shift into first, turn around and head down again. Just by chance I see the sign and manage to pull into a parking space (yes, it was a legal one). The sign was about 6×8 and almost covered with ivy. Luckily there was a house just behind us, so I backed into the drive, waited until it was clear, then zoomed across the street and up a winding stone-wall drive. After parking I had to sit and wait for my hands to stop shaking.

YHA Hostel Bath
So we go inside, get checked in and I ask if the car is ok where it is parked and the guy says “You can’t park there, you have to park on the street.” He is very lucky there was a tall counter between him and me, I wanted to strangle him. “Why didn’t you tell me that when I called?” He just shrugged. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
We decided to unload what we needed then go the other halfway down the hill (I know this because we are already halfway down at the hostel – they aren’t gonna pull anything over on me…) and get some dinner. It’s just dusk when we head out and I was in the roundabout with cars coming at me and there was a sign ( they also don’t have stop signs) so I stopped, but was urged to continue by the insistent honking from the guy behind me. They all let me have the right of way after that…..haha, don’t mess with me. “Oh, Thank You God for protecting us” was all I could keep saying. I didn’t really want to purchase a car in the UK, especially a totaled one.
I found a parking place and we found a nice pub to have dinner. After dinner we went window shopping since everything was closed. Actually, I was avoiding the inevitable, driving halfway back up the hill to the hostel. The hardest thing was to figure out when we were at the halfway point in the dark. But it all worked out quite nicely as we had managed to remember a few landmarks, like the house where I had backed up earlier, went to the next house up, turned around and right there was a parking space, God is good.
It was a good thing that we had gone window shopping because if we had tried to hike up to the hostel just after eating, we would have hurt ourselves.
Thursday, 7 May
We had to stay in separate rooms at this hostel. We were both tired and failed to make plans about what time we were going to meet and where. I was up showered and took all my stuff to the car and hiked back up and still didn’t see any sign of Bill. I finally asked one of the guys at the desk to see where he was and let him know I was waiting.
We had breakfast and studied the “map”, we finally gave up and decided to just take our chances.
The guy at the hostel in town told us to park at the police station parking lot, it was the closest one. We got out the “map” and found our way to the parking garage where we had parked the day before, but we needed to go further in to get to the police parking lot. I went around the same block twice before I decided to just make a random turn and see where it took us. By this time I was doing much better driving. I just went with the flow of traffic and if I got rattled, I found a parking space and waited until I could handle it again. It was a much better way to go than to get too upset to drive – not a good idea, while trying to stay on the other side of the road and shift.
Yea, we actually found the right parking lot, after only one turn around – we had to, it was a dead end – oops. We booked a room and headed for Stonehenge.

Fibre' buckled up and ready to visit Stonehenge
It was a beautiful day and the road signs were good. The first sight of Stonehenge from the car gave me goose bumps, kinda like seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time.
The walking tour was narrated by recordings on a “radio” type device you wore around your neck. It was quite informative and you could start and stop at your leisure.

We made it!

Hey, look, I'm really here!!!
Now I wouldn’t have thought that Stonehenge was out in the middle of a sheep pasture, but it was. The highway was just a few hundred yards away and there were sheep all around it, there were fences, but nothing fancy. I liked that, it was just Stonehenge and not a lot of hooha.

Here, sheepy, sheepy...
After we had examined Stonehenge from all angles, we headed back. The road signs were not as good going as they were coming. An untimely veer to the right instead of the left, sent us in a wrong direction. Not too wrong though, we stopped at a gas station where were some very helpful people. Back on the road, we had no problem finding our way back to the Police parking lot. We got back later than we had wanted, because of our detour. The restaurant we had planned to eat at was closed, so we found a pizza place. What a surprise, it was one of the best pizzas we have ever had. The crust was very thin and the flavor was perfect. I know where I will eat if I ever make it back to Bath.
We stayed in the Funky Bath Hostel. We actually had a room all to ourselves, although 10 people could have shared it.

Funcky Bath Hostel

There were no "pictures" on the walls
If you are ever in Bath, (there is also one in Oxford) it is a great place, the people are friendly and when you look out the bathroom window you can see the Quilt store & the Wool shop – what a great view!

The quilt and yarn store in the same alley....perfect!
Hope you enjoyed this installment of our UK travels, more to come, soon….