Part Five -- The Mad Whirl Continues
From Sarah's Travel Journal:
It is later. Much later, as a matter o fact. I'm on the flight home, and so far so good.
I did successfully make the change for the Bath train, but it was not without some panic and requiring the assistance of my fellow travellers. A train had been cancelled and another held over, so there was a real question as to whether the train on the platform in fron of me was the one I was supposed to take, and I got on not really knowing. Well, it was and I did get to Bath and to the hotel, which was...eh. For such an old and famous town, it was really lacking in any charm whatsoever. However, my room was ready, the restauraunt was open and I had a very good dinner. Guinea fowl in a marjoram-cream sauce, followed by pear and appled crumble with clotted cream. Seriously yummy.
Slept pretty well, woke up and made a mistake. _Never_ when in UK assume _anything_ is too far to walk to. Thinking it would be easier, I ate in the restauraunt again, and alas, it was a really mediocre buffett. It was only after this I asked if the old Roman baths were within walking distance. They were. I got directions and set out with a half hour before I was scheduled to meet my next interviewer.