Bath, Lacock and Stonehenge (Day Two)

I wake up late and rush down the four flights of stairs to the main office. Scottish dude is working again. He is intrigued by my burlesque endeavors and checks me in for another night as Mirabelle. Since I now know I am staying in one place until at least tomorrow, I feel free to poke around for a few hours. I know I could eat free hostel breakfast, but I ask for the nearest grocery, which is my favorite find in the UK - Mark and Spencer's croissants, fresh yogurt and OJ every morning (just under three pounds). It's just a block away from my hostel.

I decide to shower then attempt a pay phone call to a tour company offering transportation to LaCock and Stonehenge. This doesn't go well, and I have to be short because I'm out of change. The lady on the other end of the line was understanding.

Around 1pm, I venture over to the roundabout where the bus will pick me up for an afternoon tour. On the corner, there is a small sandwich and ice cream shop. I grab a fresh baguette with turkey, brie, lettuce and tomato to starve off hunger for the afternoon (Just a warning - I'll probably talk about food a lot, since it was SO GOOD over there). I made this sandwich place a daily stop. Ridiculously simple, but delicious.

Our tour guide is a mulleted, ex-truck driver. He is extremely great - gruff but kind. Makes a million jokes about his wife. He does an amazing job manuvering around England roads and takes us through a roundabout of Lacock, one of the oldest cities in the country - and home to a lot of the filming done in the Harry Potter movies.

From there, Stonehenge. It's a pretty dreary day. We skate through and I make it around in about 45 minutes, then spend about half an hour back on the bus talking to an older, retired couple who are from Pennsylvania - they seem to have just the right perspective in life and are enjoying themselves now in their older age.

I return back to the hostel, catch up with Scottish dude and then head out in hopes for a walking tour of all of the Haunted spots in Bath. I think it either 1. did not gather that evening or 2. I missed it, so instead, I eat a quick dinner and then go to a Comedy Venue for "Treason" which puts English humor to good use - mostly poking fun at the swine flu and USA Government:

"Uncle Sam is gonna SCREW YA, take you out straight to the loo, yeah."
I was only mildly amused, and began falling asleep in my Guinness, when I was awoken by male frontal nudity on stage.

I get back a little phazed, and the Scottish boy invited me to "Derrik's" - which is really a small, white bar just across the street in The George Inn ran by a guy living in the hostel. His name? you guessed it - Derrik. The entire hostel staff drinks for free - this is their routine nightly activity - and apparently I now have the in, as the Scottish boy has been flirting and seems to be interested. Something seems off, so I keep my distance, but enjoy meeting all of the people anyway.