Bath, Pancakes

So I tried to go to the New Forest on Friday, but the stupid buses ruined me. We were standing at Southampton Central Rail Station, where the schedule said it would come, but never did. When we went to the other stop in Southampton, we watched the bus drive straight by, and we forgot to flag it to stop. Fail.

For Valentine's Day I caught a train to Bath to visit Kate. The city is awesome, but way more expensive than Southampton. It was beautiful though-- and there was actually sun!

Saturday night when I got in we went to a club called the Blue Room. With a discount coupon, cover was still five pounds! Pre-gamed with Kate's exchange student friends, including a crazy Chilean kid who drinks 1-pound Scotch neat.

Sunday we walked around the city for a while. I found a street vendor selling fossilized ammonites her husband found in Yorkshire. We walked around Bath Abbey, the Royal Crescent (picture above), and then up onto the hill above town where the rich people live. On one block was a Ducati bike and an Aston-Martin DB7. Saw some old people playing on grass tennis courts, too.

Tonight, everyone in my flat had a big cooking party for "Pancake Day." British pancakes don't have baking powder, so they're more like crepes, and they eat them with granulated sugar and lemon juice. I'm now a professional pancake flipper. It's the day before Lent, so most people in England make pancakes tonight to use up the dairy products they won't be able to eat. Everyone else, like myself, just eats pancakes.

AMSTERDAM TOMORROW!