Some Baths and some Stones

Ok, well don't you people feel spoilt? I only put up a post a couple of days ago, and here I am doing it again!

For those people that have been following the blog so far, I'm sure you've already looked at the photo to the left and said to yourself "Oh damn, those people are back, AGAIN?!". That's right, Team Duamo has been reformed. I'm sure you already knew that, but now there's photographic evidence, designed to make you all cringe and run away.

Anyways, as I'm pretty sure I mentioned in the last post, we headed off on a bus tour to Bath. Sitting on a coach with this bunch of social misfits had an eery sense of deja vu, the only thing that would have made it more creepy was if we were sitting at the back with a few loud Americans.

On a side note, for the car spotter, England is the place to be! On the trip there and back I spotted 4 Rolls Royce Phantoms, 8 Aston Martin DB9s (or as I like to call them, sex on wheels), about half a dozen Ferraris, 4 or so Lamborginis, perhaps a dozen Maseratis, and maybe 15 Bently Contis. Porsches must be sold under a "Buy 12, get 3 free" policy, and only commoners drive cars like Jags, BMWs, Audis or Mercs. All the Aston Martins, they make me druel.

Anyways, we did actually get to Bath, and so we went for a walk through the baths, which these days is a museum. The baths were built by the Romans, so they're kind of old. Oh, and I'm not really sure if I'd want to go swimming in them, since the water comes out of the natural spring at 46 degrees, green (as you can see) and leaves red iron deposits on the walls of the baths. But they say it's theraputic, and a gift from the gods, so who am I to argue? So the baths were pretty cool, with a nice audio tour to guide us around. Only after three quaters of the way through did we discovered that Sammi had decided to listen to the childrens' guide, because she claims the guides sound cheerier than for the adults.





The township of Bath itself is really pretty, because in the middle basically all the buildings are made out of "Bath Stone", which is this nice honey coloured stone. It gives the town this really nice uniform feeling. I sampled the local Ale, which was good (of course) and we just walked around for a bit, before getting back on the bus to go back home. Here's a shot of the central square of bath to give you an idea of the buildings.









On the way back, the bus made a toilet stop for an hour or so. The place that the bus stopped had all the requirements for a good toilet stop, a cafe, and free toilets. Oh and they also had these rocks sitting on the hill just across the road from them. We figured we may as well go look at the rocks, because lets face it, rocks are cool. We walked around them, decided that they were cooler than usual rocks, and took a few photos of them. It was then time to get on the buss and head home.






(Note: in order to avoid the idea that I found the rocks disappointing, may I just state for the record that I didn't. I found the rocks very very cool)




But that was yesterday. Today we walked around the Camden Town markets. The place was crazy, clearly the place to be on a Sunday, especially I guess on a bank weekend Sunday. The Camden town markets aren't really A market, but rather heaps of small to medium markets, going all over the place, with regular shops all over the place as well. The end result is big, disorientating, and hectic, just what any keen market shopper would love. I'd recommend them for someone coming to London, but be warned, emo's abound!

In response to requests for photos of the apartment, I'll try and remember to take some tonight, and put them up next time. Until then, everyone have fun, I'm off to find the fridge back at the apartment, and more particularly, the beer in it.

Bye, Bob