We took the train from Oban to Bristol. It took 11.5 hours, and considering it took us 12 hours to get here from San Francisco, well, that was a long train ride. We kind of just backtracked our entire trip from Oban to Glasgow, to Edinburgh, and the train from Edinburgh to Bristol went through Leeds.
In Bristol we stayed with our friends Jane and Al. They live in a funny neighborhood a mile from the station called "Totterdown".
When we got there we shared drinks. Al brought out this vodka his dad got from Mongolia.
Chinggis Khaan is what the the Mongols call Genghis Khan.
There were a lot of funny cats in Jane's neighborhood.
Marci's new favorite snack, Piccalilli and aged cheese on an oak cake.
Jane took us to Arnos Vale Cemetery. It was rad and overgrown.
We went to a bunch of galleries and museums, but this is one of the few photos we took.
We took a day trip to Bath, to see the Roman Baths there. It's like a 10 minute train ride from Bristol.
Roman curses they would throw into the water to give to Minerva.
I got a cold from Marci so I was kind of loopy from the medicine I just took.
This is the Royal Crescent. We took a photo of the Circus, but yeah. they're kind of hard to photograph, and they're kind of boring. There was also an Occupy Bath in the park. For the most part Bath was like a giant shopping mall and kind of boring.
We had dinner at King William's, which was pretty rad. We got there really early and had to wait till dinner time. Totally worth it.
Bath at Night.
Back in Bristol:
Jane took us to the local park.
We saw deer there.
View of Bristol
While in Oban we were watching an Antiques Road Show like show and they were in Wells showing how great it is. It's a pretty small village. Hot Fuzz was shot in it, and it has the oldest street in Europe, as well as the most beautiful cathedral I've seen yet.
We made it into a day trip with friends from Bristol.
Marci and her first pasty.
Entrance to some pretty rad gardens. I think this is the grounds of the Bishop's Palace. Outside they had free samples of cider, which I spat out cause it was alcoholic and kind of nasty.
Yeah, fucking swans and shit.
This is a giant well, which is where Wells gets it's name. The streets have little gullies to offset all the water coming out of the wells. It was crystal clear and super beautiful.
Oldest street in Europe.
When we got back, Al was finishing up a Sunday Roast.
It was pretty amazing.