England Day 8

Today i again participated in the tour that i was supposed to go on last time, when i arrived at the Victoria Underground station with 20 minutes to spare i ended up being very happy that i was early because it turned out that i didnt want the victoria undeground station i wanted the coach station which was a totally different matter. After that little mixup i got to the station and found out that instead of sending me on the same tour again i was being sent on a tour that went to winchester, Bath, and Stonehenge instead of going to Windsor twice, which made me very happy because as long as i didnt miss the bus again this time it meant i got a free complementary trip to Windsor.
After plenty of delays as usual we set off and made our way to the Roman City of Bath where i spent 2 hour oogling eveything the roman baths that hgad been created many many years ago, and were thought to have mystical healing powers. I then stepped outside and found a whole beautifully designed city with heavy classical architechtural influences to traverse and explore. Right before i got back on the bus i decided that i was hungry and should eat now, so i went to a subway and discovered that everywhere but America does not have Bananana ( i already told you how to pronounce it) peppers which was a shame for my sandwitch but at least the tuna did not have as much Mayo as it normally does. After meandering Bath i made sure to be 15 minutes early for the bus departure, and ended up buying a book at a bookstore while waiting, which was nice.
Then i got on a bus and had a nice ride to stonehenge which was through tiny little winding country roads with the occasional "tank Crossing" signs next to the military bases. Stonehenge itself was magnificant, although it is very difficult to put my experience to words, the timeless ancient quality that such a monument posses is truly awe inspiring, the knowledge that this monument has withstood the test of time and confounded all modern engineers is a comfort to me, i like a little bit of mystique in some things. The monument stood so big and huge and exact that whenever i saw anyone stading next to it the just seemed dwarfed and inconsequential next to this enduring citadel of the ancients.
After stonhenge we made a trip to winchester where there is a cathedral but not a very exciting one. On the way to the cathedral i met the girl and her mother who were sitting behind me, they were a very nice indian family but i thought that the girl was hilarious not only was she smart cute and inquisitive but her name was Shlookah, and just imagine and indian mother reprimanding her daughter with Shlookah stop making all that noise ( i cant do the accent but it is much funnier if you imagine it). anyway once i got to winchester i didnt feel in the mood to be a tourist much longer and we only had 45 minutes to spend at the city so i just went to a pub and tried 2 new types of beer, one called a something blaq and one was a artois but not stella its name started with the letter P.
I caught the tour bus back to london and off we were. we made good time getting back to the city and then i made plans to meet up with my cousin Warren who was waiting to meet me in Finchley Central which is a stop on the underground. Up until now i had done very well for myself with the navigating of the underground and then on this day i made it very clear to myself that i was still a tourist, i got on the wrong underground train going to the wrong station and realized it soon enough that it was not too bad but added 10 minutes to my journey, then i got on the right underground train that was mislabeled so i thought it was the wrong undergreound train got off and then found out that i would have to wait another 10 minutes for the next one. Meanwhile when i am stuck underground in the tunnel i have no phone reception and my cousing Warren is wondering why i called him 40 minutes ago and told him i was beginning a 20 minute trip and had not called him yet so he started calling me and leaving messages.
Once i finally made and got there me and Warren spent the beginning of the night wandering Finchley Central and getting food, we had and indian Buffet followed by a few beer and a walk in the park, then my cousin daneil decided to join us and we went to another pub called the catcher in the the Rye and had a nice time there as well, the night ended late with all of us yawning and about to fall asleep i realized that this was my last night in England and was quite glad that i had had such a productive and nice day with good people.