The hotel I staid at wasn't much, but joy of joys, I was able to find an unprotected wi-fi somewhere in the area, so I could finally keep up with emails and news again. Sunday I had lunch with an old friend from Huddersfield (she comments here under the name of Stef sometimes... we've been hurling abuse at each other online for a good five years now...) before spending most of the day in the railway station waiting for my night bus to London.
Ever the moneygrubbing little capitalist pig, I thought I'd be smart and save on a night's hotel costs by taking the overnight coach from Leeds to London. Oy vey, what a schmuck I was! Saving a few pounds was NOT worth having to spend the night in a crowded, stuffy bus where the garlic odors of the numerous Asian passengers competed for my attention with the garlic odors from the English drunk snoring in the seat next to me. A background sniff of stale sweat prevailed throughout. To top it off, the coach developed technical problems somewhere around 2:30am, so we had to wait for a replacement vehicle which was much older and had no suspension worth mentioning. It was a grouchy, sleepy, cursing Ghost that reached Victoria Station in the wee hours of Monday morning...
The Museum parking lot was full of birds and birdshit:
British cattle pre-growth hormones:
"Another bone? Thanks, but I'm stuffed!"
Some of the Victorian houses had real shops, I think this one sold old toys:
A Victorian class room... oh, to be able to cane the little bastards!
I think this is from the Edwardian "Half Moon Court", which is a follow-up to Kirkgate:
The famous York Cathedral:
The place where we had lunch on Sunday, a cozy place called "Hole in the Wall":
At least they had a cool bus shelter... the actual buses, on the other hand...
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