Day Twenty One: Rub A Dub Dub
While we were in the neighborhood we took a trip to Bath where the old Roman baths are. Before we went to the baths we ate lunch at the Huntsman, I found this relevant. The baths were indeed old except for the statues around the top, which were made by some guy in the Nineteenth Century. I opted to not take the audio tour because I’m really not a tourist and didn’t want some guy talking into my ear. Afterward we got ice cream and listened to a man playing the guitar and singing the chorus of One Love over and over. There were a lot of attractive girls walking around. This time the baby on the bus was very vocal. He was screaming in joy and sadness the entire threeish hours from Bristol to London. It should have been two hours, but we got caught behind two accidents and a diversion. Upon going through the tube gate a man that had walked up before us, but hadn’t gone through, squeezed through behind me. Hopefully that won’t affect me at all. He got into the same car as us and walked around looking suspicious. A few stops later he got off following some other people. He had pink shoes.