The Walled City of Conwy: In Which I Cannot Find the Wall

It’s back to the train station in the morning. We’re peasant class this time, but those packed lunches our hotel staff promised us last night are waiting at our door when we wake. Everyone gets an apple. My sister has some standard potato chips, while my mom and I got these fun little crisps that… Continue reading The Walled City of Conwy: In Which I Cannot Find the Wall

Cardiff, Wales: In Which Our Train is Delayed 1.5 Hours Due to Drunk Driver

Our train leaves at 5:19 am so we get up at 3. Our original plan was to take a subway from Victoria to Paddington station, but our little tour incident yesterday has made us paranoid so we pay a cabby 20 pounds to drive us there instead. Inside there’s a giant screen set up in… Continue reading Cardiff, Wales: In Which Our Train is Delayed 1.5 Hours Due to Drunk Driver

Tour Fail: In Which My Sister and I Are Accosted by a Turkish Guy in the Dark Corner of a Gift Shop Trying to Sell Us Shit we Obviously Don’t Want

Protop #7: Do Not Book With Premier Tours London WTF are the Cotswolds? The Cotswolds, chalpings, are those iconic pictures you see of little European towns. Old cottages with thatched roofs and little flower pots in the windows. Stone bridges over pretty little streams. Brick streets too narrow for cars and residents so dependent on… Continue reading Tour Fail: In Which My Sister and I Are Accosted by a Turkish Guy in the Dark Corner of a Gift Shop Trying to Sell Us Shit we Obviously Don’t Want

London Sights: In Which I’m Charged $10 for Shaved Ice Passed Off as Ice Cream

We’ve got 3 nights in London—well 2 left now—so we take the first day to see the sights. Last night I printed off three 30 euro Big Bus tour tickets and today we go around the town. Protip #6: London Sights 1)  Big Ben is the best. Undisputed. It’s kind of surrounded by buildings which… Continue reading London Sights: In Which I’m Charged $10 for Shaved Ice Passed Off as Ice Cream

The First Day: In Which Half of Londoners Will Die of Lung Cancer

We arrive at Heathrow Airport around noon. We’re tired but also excited to soon be in London. I want to see the big Ferris wheel and the streets and the weird teardrop cars. All that BBC Sherlock stuff. But first we have to walk. And walk. And go down the stairs. And walk. And go… Continue reading The First Day: In Which Half of Londoners Will Die of Lung Cancer

The Journey: In Which I Warn You To Cancel Your Trip to the British Isles

Tea. Bagpipes. Luscious rolling hills. Castles. Scones. Cobblestone streets. Walk into any local pub and you’ll find friendly people always ready to share a laugh and a pint over the same solid oak tables their grandfathers sat at to swap fishing tales. You know what I’m talking about. The British Isles. A land the world… Continue reading The Journey: In Which I Warn You To Cancel Your Trip to the British Isles