Bath.
And so we finally got here.
Bath is a very very pretty city perched on a hillside - and I never knew this till I got here. It's a scenic spa town turned rich man hangout, apparently. The weather here is sort of like London's, cold and chilly with some sunshine. Today is my second day in Bath, and it's been threatening rain all day. In the afternoon it was so windy my poor lemon cake (in hand) almost got blown away in crumb-sized pieces. Well, it was crumbly cake I guess.
Our first day in Bath was bad. Highlight of the day (if not for dragging our luggages till my hands were both blistered) : some ang moh guy flung one of those tiny milk cartons you get with cups of tea or coffee, out of his truck window, which sploshed a strip of milk nicely across my chest. Was it on purpose? Yes, all three of us think so. His timing was too impeccable for it not to have been, and besides the street was totally empty but for three of us, so he could have chosen to fling it out any other time than when we were passing by.
I was so shell-shocked when that happened I totally froze. No way, I thought. Did he really do that to me? And there was nothing I could do, because by the time I'd turned around his truck was already far down the road. So I just picked out tissue paper from my bag, calmly wiped myself off, and told the rest I'm fine. We continued walking as if it didn't happen. But inside I was crumbling. Some welcome to Bath. Later when I called my mum to tell her I was here, I had to hold back the sound of tears in my voice. I missed home so bad then.
Thankfully today there were no racist attacks on the way home, ahem ahem. Heh. But I guess now everytime I walk home I heave a sigh of relief then, that I get home un-milk-splattered. I mean, I'm trying to see light of the situation, which Joycey was clearly trying to do when I told her about it. She laughed really really hard when I told her I was a milk carton target in Bath. She found that genuinely funny, and I love her for that. Thanks for making me laugh at it too, Joyceykins. You da man.
I miss everyone back home. Having my own room here in Bath is nice, indeed, but it also makes you feel really alone. Sure, Mon and Yang are just across the hallway from me. But when you're alone in your room sometimes it just gets hard. Lyd's calendar sits proudly on my desk, and on it are several photos she pasted on it, of me her Ritz Neil and even Marcus. It is currently my sole source of homely comfort, and just makes me feel nice inside to know my friends are still there. Even when I get back home.
I am in my room now, freezing to the bone. My feet and hands are chilly, and I'm already wearing a sweater and jeans. Using the internet finally feels so damn good though. :)
Following this post will be a pictorial update, some choice pics from London, Barca, Paris, Venice and Rome. Just for you guys :) Enjoy!
Bath is a very very pretty city perched on a hillside - and I never knew this till I got here. It's a scenic spa town turned rich man hangout, apparently. The weather here is sort of like London's, cold and chilly with some sunshine. Today is my second day in Bath, and it's been threatening rain all day. In the afternoon it was so windy my poor lemon cake (in hand) almost got blown away in crumb-sized pieces. Well, it was crumbly cake I guess.
Our first day in Bath was bad. Highlight of the day (if not for dragging our luggages till my hands were both blistered) : some ang moh guy flung one of those tiny milk cartons you get with cups of tea or coffee, out of his truck window, which sploshed a strip of milk nicely across my chest. Was it on purpose? Yes, all three of us think so. His timing was too impeccable for it not to have been, and besides the street was totally empty but for three of us, so he could have chosen to fling it out any other time than when we were passing by.
I was so shell-shocked when that happened I totally froze. No way, I thought. Did he really do that to me? And there was nothing I could do, because by the time I'd turned around his truck was already far down the road. So I just picked out tissue paper from my bag, calmly wiped myself off, and told the rest I'm fine. We continued walking as if it didn't happen. But inside I was crumbling. Some welcome to Bath. Later when I called my mum to tell her I was here, I had to hold back the sound of tears in my voice. I missed home so bad then.
Thankfully today there were no racist attacks on the way home, ahem ahem. Heh. But I guess now everytime I walk home I heave a sigh of relief then, that I get home un-milk-splattered. I mean, I'm trying to see light of the situation, which Joycey was clearly trying to do when I told her about it. She laughed really really hard when I told her I was a milk carton target in Bath. She found that genuinely funny, and I love her for that. Thanks for making me laugh at it too, Joyceykins. You da man.
I miss everyone back home. Having my own room here in Bath is nice, indeed, but it also makes you feel really alone. Sure, Mon and Yang are just across the hallway from me. But when you're alone in your room sometimes it just gets hard. Lyd's calendar sits proudly on my desk, and on it are several photos she pasted on it, of me her Ritz Neil and even Marcus. It is currently my sole source of homely comfort, and just makes me feel nice inside to know my friends are still there. Even when I get back home.
I am in my room now, freezing to the bone. My feet and hands are chilly, and I'm already wearing a sweater and jeans. Using the internet finally feels so damn good though. :)
Following this post will be a pictorial update, some choice pics from London, Barca, Paris, Venice and Rome. Just for you guys :) Enjoy!
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