Best laid plans, right?

Well, I’ve decided to keep writing a journal, but informing you all about it is a pain in the ass as it entails me hauling my journal down to the internet cafes and then re-typing a bunch of wonderful prose I wrote a couple of days beforehand.

So, I guess for now you’ll just get the cliched traveler-blog type shit like I’ve been posting the last sort of days. But just remember that since I am still writing in my journal that it is remarkable prose, worthy of a pulitzer, and frankly, quite possibly, the best thing ever written by a Canadian. As long as we’re clear.

Now, Bath.

Bath is a beautiful city in terms of architecture, design, and overall English-style country. The landscapes are tantamount to those I’ve read in those silly lady’s novels…what’s her name? Austen something…Hmmm, guess it’ll come to me. She isn’t very famous anyhow.

The hostel I’m staying at is like what all other “youth” hostels are like in the descriptions; dingy, smelly, and unclean. This, however, is not a problem for me having lived in Gage apartments at UBC. Frankly, I think it’s a step up.

The hostellers here are mainly long-timers; people working here for extended periods of time in need of cheap living arrangments. Because of this, their social circle is cliquey and unfriendly to the untoward travel. With my usual style and panache, however, I managed to crack their icy layer and hang out with them for a bit. Overall nice and descent people, however, the drug scene is pretty big here. There is just something uncomfortable about a bunch of sniffly people who clearly do not have colds; unsettling at best and at the least, I just feel plain bad for them.

Well, there’s Bath. And since I’ve typed more now than ever in this silly blog I guess I can right fuck off for a week.

Cyas then.

Once again I’ve managed not to write in my journal. Apparently I can’t write drunk, so I think that explains it.

Anyways, I’m leaving London for Bath today. I only hope it involves less partying as I’ve seen more of bars and my room the last two days than the sights. Oh well. I did manage to go purchase and English football jersey, so all is not lost.

Anyways, ’till next time.

Hey Everyone,

This isn’t a “journal entry” in the strict sense, so allow me to ramble.

I think today is the 24 here and I’m staying at St. Christophers Village Inn Hostel near London Bridge. It’s pretty spot on besides the fact that there’s no kitchen so all food must be purchased in the store in eatable format, or the pub. Oh well, such is life in London I imagine.

Last night a hostel-mate and I went to the Canadian bar hoping to catch some playoff hockey but they were instead playing a Blue-Jays game. Boooorrrrriiiiiinnnngggg. So needless to say, we had a couple of pints, some poutine, then got the hell out of there. Good times.

Hope there are no major catastrophes at home.

Cheers.