[This is a continuation of the travel diary I kept in the summer of 1999 when I ran amok all over Europe, barely 19, towing an 18-year-old Steven with me. Good times. — Present-day Carrie]
I’m in Bath. No no no, not the bath, Bath, England of all places. Like in the Canterbury Tales, the Wife of Bath. I suppose.
For lunch I had a big baked “jacket” potato, which I assumed came from Ireland. Quite good.
Earlier we were at Stonehenge. Wow, it was so nifty. Got some great pictures (I hope). We’ve got about 20 minutes before we have to get on that cramped little bus. Boogers.
Oh, & we barely made it to the changing of the guards yesterday, & also ran by Buckingham Palace. Literally. I think then we had some free time. Walked over London Tower, then had supper, at a chinese food store of all places, then more free time. I think today when we get back to London we’re gonna eat supper, then I don’t know what.
Heading Toward the changing of the guard (bigger)
Running by Buckingham Palace (bigger)
Eating, Memorials, Bill Clinton?! (bigger)
Notes From the Underground (bigger)
Things that go hoo wah (bigger)
The many faces of Big Ben (bigger)
Could it be more Stonehenge? (bigger)
Last of the rocks, I swear. (bigger)