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Sunday, February 27, 2011

FEB 1-3 BATH, ENGLAND


Whenever I am traveling alone, I like to leave a few days free for whatever sounds good on the spur of the moment; however, I've learned that budget-wise planning ahead can really help, so a couple weeks before leaving, I decided to plan my "alone" days.

A travel director that I worked with this year told me that if she had three days to spend by herself anywhere in the UK, she would most definitely choose Bath. Known for its ancient Roman ruins and the only natural hot springs in the UK, there's a lot of history dating back to the Roman era in the first century AD. Who knew? Prior to this conversation, the only thing I knew about Bath was that Tears for Fears is from there.

It's also not far from Stonehenge, but going to Stonehenge without Randy seemed like going with Melanie to see the next Bourne Identity movie. Some things you gotta save for the "date."

I stayed at Pratt's Hotel which was pretty similar to the Britannia in lots of ways, except they had a better breakfast in a fancier room. For $28, the Britannia made me happy. For $100 per night (on a hotels.com "deal"), Pratt's was less than I had hoped for, but it was adequate and the location was amazing..a short walk from the train station, and right around the corner from the Abbey, the Roman Baths, and lots of shops.

Determined to be the ultimate tourist, I settled in when my delayed train arrived and went to the tourist information center, where I found out that there are free walking tours every day in Bath...truly free--no tipping allowed even.


After that, I walked into Bath Abbey, which is also free but suggests a donation for the very expensive upkeep of this 1611 building, whose floors and walls are lined with tombstones. I love to read the mini-obituaries carved into tombstones from the 1500-1800s. They had such a way with words.

Walking near all the shops, I heard beautiful opera singing from a street performer raising funds for animal welfare.
Dinner was simple. I went to M&S Simply Food to pick up some basic snacks & groceries for the room and stayed in watching tv once it got dark. This is budget travel, after all.

ROMAN BATHS, CROSS BATHS, & WALKING TOUR!

The next morning, I was up bright & early for breakfast and a walk around the corner where I was the first guest at the Roman Baths. This meant I couldn't really get any pictures that I was in until other tourists showed up...



It's amazing to me to see something that dates back to the first century and realize what a central religious and social site this was to the community. The museum inside had a lot of information. I found it very interesting and slightly disturbing to hear about how the names of gods were changed and personalities of gods merged into one god to suit the combined cultures in the city. There are probably long and intelligent articles that could be or have been written on that, but I don't think I'm the one to do it. Instead, I will show you a freaky picture of how they reconstructed what this guy looked like using his skeleton.

Floors were heated by raising them with stacked tiles and letting the hot springs flow through.

Cross Baths across the street from the Abbey, frequented by royalty in the 16th-18th century. Rebuilt in 1789 this is how they look now.

The Roman Baths took up most of my morning, and after a quick lunch at the hotel room and a visit to some shops, I walked back to the Baths to meet up with the free walking tour. Our tour guide Roger was hard to hear and a bit dry, but seriously knowledgeable about the history of Bath, and he walked us all around the city for 2+ hours. We saw the Royal Crescent


the Pultney Bridge, a 1773 bridge over the river Avon, which happens to also be the only bridge in the UK with shops in it.


and got a general feel for the city.

THE BATHS = NO PHOTOS PLEASE!

The Thermae Bath Spa is the modern hot springs spa, and despite my fear of swimsuits, and forgetting to pack one, I felt that I wouldn't really have "done" Bath without visiting. Over lunchtime, I had stopped into the major department stores to (ugh!) shop for a suit--swimsuits are sold year round in Bath. After several trips to the dressing room, I found a good one at M&S, so after dinner I grabbed my hotel towel and my suit and walked around in circles until I found the spa.

What a great decision! I was feeling pretty alone so I prayed for friends again, and when I walked out of the dressing room, someone said, "I almost bought that suit today." I made fast friends with Nathalie from Swindon and her husband's cousin Pervina - Sri Lankan, but from New Jersey these days. We explored the four scented steam rooms, the rain forest shower, the roof top pool, and the tidal pool in the lower level of the spa. I haven't felt that clean since the sauna at Jonathan Rundman's grandpa's UP cabin followed by a jump in a lake. I slept great that night.

After all this activity, I was beat and craving Indian food so I stopped in a local take away and the let the Indian on duty tell me what I wanted because although I like Indian food, I don't know my way around the menu well. This worked out great because they wound up giving me more than I paid for, and I had the spiciest vindaloo I've ever eaten over a long phone conversation with Randy.

DAY 3
FASHION MUSEUM
Ok, although there is a lot of talk about hot water in Bath, there is also the Fashion Museum, which I had to visit. My Day 3 mission was to find my way back to the Fashion Museum which Roger had pointed out on the walking tour, and see all the clothes.

About a 15-minute walk from Pratt's later, I arrived too early and thought I'd try to find some free wifi, which I found at Jika Jika. This was a GREAT FIND. The atmosphere was cool, and the smell of coffee was amazing. I take cream & sugar in my coffee but I ordered an Ethiopian blend that recommended it be taken black, so I rolled w/ the punches and was served personally by the barrista at my table who came out to thank me for not bastardizing this blend like so many of their casual customers. I could see it meant a lot to him, which I found heartwarming and a little disturbing all at once.

FASHION MUSEUM
Note: They had audio guides but they weren't really working on many of the displays as they were in transition. Worth asking ahead if that is a big deal to you. I just wanted to see the clothes.

The Fashion museum , known as the Museum of Costume until 2007, displays clothes from long ago, like this dress which would have been worn in the presence of royalty. That would definitely camouflage a big butt--or maybe it was meant to give the impression of wide child bearing hips! Perhaps there is a hidden drink holder somewhere in the hip section?


...to modern trends and iconic fashion. Remember the J-Lo dress? (Using the term loosely of course?) We all saw it, but did you really see it close enough to notice...

the bedazzled undies that keep it from showing everything? It's really hard for me to believe that anyone would wear this in public!


I tried a few of the more "old fashioned" accessories on, and quickly realized why this era of woman typically had someone help her get dressed!
On my way back, I spent some time talking to a street paper vendor whose dog Ike reminded me a lot of Diego.

and then I packed up my bags and got on a train to LONDON!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Justin Currie - Wolverhampton 31/1/11


Monday morning I went solo...first stop, a train to Wolverhampton to see Justin Currie! I found a hotel for just $28 per night that was less than half a mile from the train station and less than half a mile from the venue. The heat worked fine but I don't think it had been dusted in a while...

Also, my room had a trouser press. I'm not really sure if people still use these, but it gave my room a nice vintage feel.

All in all, the Britannia Hotel served me well. The location was perfect, the price was right, and I felt very safe. Free wifi in the lobby allowed me to skype call and check in at home, and catch up on emails before heading out to the pub for dinner and the show.

Wolverhampton is not far from the industrial town of Birmingham (where Duran Duran is from!)


and from what I could tell, there wasn't much going on there, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that there are some great shows coming through...

Of course, that's why I was there. I was a bit disconcerted (no pun intended0 to find that the venue had moved so I got a little turned around, and when I finally found it, I couldn't help but notice that the block was mostly adult book stores. Although I really like traveling alone, I did not relish the idea of walking home late by myself on this block. I sent up a prayer for reinforcements.

When the doors opened, we raced to the front, and I felt pretty alone up there having experienced a slightly cold shoulder outside from the strangest looking set of fans I've ever seen (and you have presumably just seen my Gathering photos! We're not exactly a normal bunch).

Then, Jen & Ben arrived...having a conversation very much like one Randy and I would have. She wanted to be right up front; he wasn't sure...it's hard to describe but felt instantly familiar. We became fast friends, and I found out they had been married 10 years with 2 kids and Ben was a worship leader. They insisted on walking me "home" after, and I recognize this as yet another prayer answered.

Justin took the stage and everyone sang along. The set list was pretty different from when we saw him in July in Denver. Justin is a bigger star in the UK since his band Del Amitri had more hits and sooner over there. It was fun to hear unfamiliar songs and feel the energy of everyone knowing them.

We hung around for a bit afterwards and were invited to a meet & greet with Justin. He was fairly accessible in Denver, but I wasn't sure if he'd be in the UK; Jen was truly shocked, and it was really fun to witness their first meeting. I'm stealing a pic from her FB page...


...and Ben took one of me & Justin, this time NOT BLURRY!
The next morning, I met up with Adam Dacey, a couchsurfing contact who has just embarked on his own musical career. We discussed playing in the States and life in Wolverhampton over coffee before I headed to the train station for my next adventures in Bath.

More Gathering...






I missed this photo from the first night...hanging out with Tim & Kelly at the Queen Vic:

and the Mastermind Quiz...our team, the Wasters!

Saturday, the big show was great. (Former Sex Pistol) Glen Matlock & The Philistines opened up. I downloaded his new release before going and have been enjoying it. It's pretty straight ahead punk rock. There were three backup singers -- two larger and older blonde ladies, one who reminded me of Blondie, and then a skinny brunette who looked like maybe she was on something or had an eating disorder. I'm always fascinated by a three-backup-singer lineup and it usually makes me miss being a backup singer lots.

After Glen Matlock, the Alarm took the stage and for the second year running (a Gathering tradition), I found my friend Mick from Manchester to hang out with on the edge of the mosh pit. Mick is great fun and good protection too!



The Alarm takes the stage:
"68 Guns" followed by "Marching On" (or was it the other way around?). BUT there was another encore featuring members of The Skids, Big Country, Sex Pistols, and the Alarm. They did some old punk songs and there was a mad rush back in during which I got soaked by someone's beer.


Also, I bought Randy a souvenir t-shirt, but wound up wearing it myself...


On Sunday morning, we all took a walk to the beach to sing some songs together with Mike Peters. Last year, we didn't even make it to the beach since we had to leave a bit early, but this year the weather was great and it felt nice to walk off some of the greasy food we'd been eating all weekend! Here's a shot of our shadows on the shore.

At the Meet & Greet on Sunday morning--we said hello & goodbye to Mike.

...and then we were off to Manchester where we had a great Italian dinner with other American & Canadian Gatherers, and stayed at the airport Hilton to rest up for everyone's flights. In the morning, we returned a complete unscathed "people mover" to Avis, and I said goodbye to Mitch, Kelly, & Emma. Another great Gathering!

Friday, February 11, 2011

28 January 2011 Travel Journal


28 January 2011 - Prestatyn & Conwy, Wales UK

Welsh rock - it's what we came for!

Mitch, Kelly, Emma, and I got up and drove to Conwy to see the castle ruin there. After stopping in one cafe for lunch where the overwhelmed young server said he "wasn't taking orders" right then, we moved to a small cafe that we assumed was good because it looked crowded but actually just had a large group in that was running the staff pretty ragged. It wasn't bad though--I had a full breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, fried bread, toast, tomato, tea, and sometimes beans, but not this time). You really can't go wrong with a full breakfast in the UK.




Emma tries on the plastic helmet.


Back at Pontins, just as I was asking one of the Scottish guys if he knew Doug Watson, Doug appeared on the lawn below the balcony where I was standing. Hooray for perfect timing. He was duly showered in Broncos gifts (an oven mit from me and some cups from Kelly) which he received joyfully.

Doug & me

Singalong - Every Friday night at the Gathering, Mike Peters comes out and does an acoustic set in the round which every sings along to at the top of their lungs. (That's me on the bottom right of the screen--please refrain from dancing jokes.)



Mitch & Emma at the sing-along

This year it was a bit different. The whole band joined in about halfway through and they did most of the Strength album. The new drummer Smiley played with the Skids and a couple other punk bands that I'm not cool enough to know. He seemed like he was having a great time and definitely lived up to his name.



Singalong in the round - note scary dude dead center has made his own t-shirt of himself singing with Mike and worn it to the show. Real or Photoshop?

Big Country - was fun but the sound could have been better. Mike did a great job fronting the band (the original front man Stuart Adamson died in late 2001) and there was a lot of energy in the room.


Most Americans don't realize how many hits they had in the UK, but there were two busloads of Scottish men in the front that sang louder and pogo'ed higher than the rest of us. (Later they nearly got expelled from Pontins and turned over to the police for their late night party with their own light system, sound system, dj, and bonfire by the gocarts but Jules Peters intervened on their behalf.)

Don't think this rule got followed.

Kelly & I didn't even get a chance to visit before they got shut down. Instead we stayed up talking until 4am. I like Kelly--for not knowing each other very well prior to deciding to be roommates, we had an easy time talking about anything and everything. She's very cool.
Me & Kelly in flannel for Big Country.

PS - It was on this day that I met a real live soccer hooligan who has not just been ejected from games, but literally banned from the entire country of Luxembourg. He seemed like a teddy bear to me.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Travel Journal - 27 Jan 2011

27 Jan 2011

We got to Manchester about 11:30am and it took an hour before we got our car due to some billing confusion a lack of "H class" vehicles. Leave it to me to wind up behind the rental car counter working the guy's computer to straighten out the confusion! I think I scared him. He gave us an upgrade to an automatic transmission, which made us both feel safer; however, it was a large minivan. I was terrified but determined not to sweat in front of my other four passengers...Mitch, Kelly, and Emma...and adopted Canadian Lynn Lyons. I'm sure that my hands firmly planted at 10 and 2 and my stiff back was probably a giveaway.

The Renault "people carrier" -- too big for Welsh roads!

Mitch & Kelly are brother and sister and I met them last year at the Gathering. This year, Mitch brought his daughter Emma for her 16th birthday present. They were all great traveling companions and very supportive of my driving adventures. Our mantra was "All we have to do it stay alive!" and later, after hitting the windshield wipers instead of the gear shift a number of times, "Beki is a stickler for a spotless windshield." Since I am here writing this now, I'm sure you figured out that I stayed alive.

Mitch & Kelly at Gathering 18 (2010)


After arriving in Prestatyn, we settled in at Pontins and dropped Lynn at her room, settled into our apartment and hit the town for some sausage and mash at the local pub and a trip to Aldi for some basics. Pre-Gathering at the Bells of St. Mary Pub was pretty dead for a while, but picked up later and then moved to the Queen Vic (the on site pub at Pontins), where just Kelly & I stayed on until about 12:30am.

We would have left sooner but Kelly inadvertently entered a dart contest and I met a tour guide, humorist, and travel writer named Dave, his partying stuffed moose Sven, and his Norwegian "host brother" Maurice/Marius(?) from exchange student days. Dave and I talked tour guide, and Maurice told me about his recent winter stint as a doctor to a crew of 6 in Antarctica. Since there were so few patients, he said he wound up working on a human waste disposal project...interestingly, he said he'd like to go back, but not for the winter.

Sven, the world-traveling moose

On our way back to the room, Kelly & I sneaked through the big empty performance room...



Big Country's drum kit

Kelly takes the stage!