Baaaaaath (thats how the teacher said it at least)

The school scheduled us for a trip to the city of Bath for Monday the 13th of April. We took a comfy tour bus out after meeting with everyone at the student center (which by the way is called Anglo American). The ride was relatively comfortable and we passed Stonehenge along the way, which by the way is really not that exciting in person. The bus stopped and we saw it out the window but we couldn’t park the big bus because we didn’t have a reservation. No real loss though, just basically a bunch of random rocks.


Once we got to Bath we had a tour of the Roman baths immediately following our disembarking. The baths are quite spectacular and the history of the whole area is incredible! The tour is also very well created with telephone like handset which you punch numbers into when you see them on the wall or exhibit you’re looking at, allowing you to wander through the ancient bathhouse at your own pace and learn about topics which interest you.


































After the bathhouse a group of us decided to eat lunch in the slightly fancy restaurant upstairs, The Pump Room. I had a good “organic” salmon lunch with a local white wine. A pleasant lunch in many regards, I did feel slightly “American” as we were the only student aged people in the large restaurant. I kept felling the stares of many of the older patrons (particularly this old couple two tables away) and found them to be quite off-putting, I still have no idea why I was getting the eye… Oh well.

We decided to make our way about town and find a cheese shop that had been recommended by the professor that accompanied us to Bath. We found Paxton & Whitefield with little drama thanks once again to the wonders of the pocket god (iPhone). We had been told that the cheddar cheese there was a must so without any delay we asked to sample the cheddar.













-By the way, I’m having some of said cheese as I write this and I must say it is quite delicious. It has a strong immediate taste that gracefully fades into a pleasant lingering that any person of the cheese eating faith would love.


Needless to say, I walked out of Paxton & Whitefield’s with some cheese. On the way out I noticed the signboard outside which had a quote from Sir Winston Churchill “A gentlemen only buys his cheese from Paxton & Whitefield”. I figure that a place recommended by Sir Winston Churchill deserves some credibility haha.

Our four hours of time in Bath nearly concluded, our small group headed back to the bus only to be interrupted by a fudge shop along the way. I resisted the temptation to buy some of the delicious candy and had to wait for the other five members of the troop outside for fear of breaking down and spending even more money than I already had in Bath (trust me, I had already spent plenty).

The return trip was quite a bit quicker as I was lulled to sleep (again by the wonders of the pocket god) within the first ten minutes of the voyage. I woke up just in time for the rows of auto dealerships that you pass as you enter the city from the west. I love all the cool cars we don’t get in the States’. That was the last interesting part of my day really, not much else to write about, so I wont.