In which I finally make it to Stonehenge- 7/21

I’ve wanted to go to Stonehenge since I was six or seven years old and read about it in a Time-Life Mysteries of the Unknown book. Understandably, I was excited when I woke up on the morning of my bus tour to the site. On the bus I met a group of American girls from Philadelphia who were in London on two month internships.
 

The tour had an AWFUL tour guide, who would not stop talking on the bus, and kept trying to lecture us like we were errant students. He was passive aggressive, whiny, and consistently misspoke, until his misrepresentation of history drove me crazy! When we got to our first stop of the day, Windsor, and he was leading the walking tour, I knew I wouldn’t make it. Thankfully, the girls from Philly kindly adopted me into their group, and we ditched the official tour.

There wasn’t much to see in Windsor, beyond the castle and the park. We did see a crooked house, which was cool, and some fun looking pubs. Still, Windsor was just sort of a random add-on to the other events of the day.

Our next stop of the day was Bath, which was beautiful and really fun. As a Greek and Roman Studies buff, the Roman baths were awesome! I loved seeing the hot springs and the remains of the temple and baths. I drank the hot springs water that they once believed could heal all wounds, and even filled a water bottle with spring water to bring home. There was the slight flaw that this basically meant I was carrying around a hot water bottle on a super-hot day, but I persevered and ended up bring the water home for my parents to try.

I wandered Bath for a while, before grabbing lunch/dinner from a cute little café, and then getting back to the bus to head to the main event, Stonehenge! I defy anyone that says Stonehenge isn’t worth the trip from London! It only took me 17 years, but I finally made it to Stonehenge! It was amazing! I loved every minute of it! It helped that the girls I was with and I made a point of taking fun poses in front of the stones, like a “Boy Band” pose, or this “Where is it again?” I guess they’re redoing the visitor’s center, and they’re also going to stop letting people get as close to the stones as we did. We were maybe a few yards from the stones, and we were some of the last people who will get to be so close. Some of the group felt that we had an overabundance of time to be at Stonehenge and take pictures, but I would have stayed there much longer!

Speaking of long, even though we’d been running on time all day, the bus tour ended up dropping us off an hour and a half later than the advertised time, and way out on the edge of zone two, so I had another half hour of travel on top of that. That kind of seemed to be the capper on the terrible bus tour. Still, it was all worth it to see Stonehenge!