May 19, 2004 – June 9, 2004
First solo trip
I took this trip fresh out of my first “real” job, post-college. I filled a journal full of poetry (yeah, I really did) to keep me company, packed a bag, hiking shoes, a BritRail pass, and took off.
I liked traveling by myself. It was the first time I got to be the only filter for my experiences, make all the decisions, and force myself to push past my shyness. I was anxious a lot of the time, but I’m glad I did it: I played pool and drank with locals, sat in a room alone with a mummy, and hiked around the beautiful Welsh countryside. It will always be one of my favorite memories.
Because every Austen character goes to Bath. The reality is more mundane (nobody was even in costume), but still charming.
Toured Cardiff Castle, Swansea Museum (where I made friends with a mummy to escape from the heat), and visited the Dylan Thomas Center.
Because I was reading a lot of Cadfael novels then. I was also told Chester was lovely, which it was.
Intended to visit Hadrian’s wall, but decided to avoid the crowd. In Glasgow, visited a cool old cemetery and a couple of museums.
Walked around York with an Australian girl, then wandered around Oxford’s gardens and dreaming spires.
I meandered through a bank-holiday-weekend fair on the Avon, then attended a Royal Shakespeare Company production of MacBeth.