we woke up in the filthy hostel, where laura said my favorite line: 'i don't wanna go see another wet castle.' we were out of that hostel like bats out of hell. we went to glastonbury to see glastonbury a
bbey, where king arthur supposedly was buried-12th century monks found bones there alongside a cross that said 'here lies buried the renowned king arthur with guinevere his second wife'.glastonbury tor is basically a steep hill with a tower on top. it was build as a monks' retreat, and it took us some will power to climb the stairs to the top. i took a picture of everyone in front of the tower.
this trip, and a lot of tourist areas we've been to, have a lot of stairs. our thigh muscles were aching. but wh
at i noticed about this hill and also the high ground that tint
agel castle was on was that it gets very windy up there and birds like to show off their mad skills. enormous (for my standards) black birds would stop in front of us and fly in midair like hummingbirds, then swoop down in such a way that made me extremely jealous.we walked around glastonbury, which was hippie town. lots of hippies. got back on the bus and drove to bristol. the intimate pub atmosphere was nowhere to be found in bristol, which kind of reminded me of chicago. it was cool to see, but the night life was not what i would expect from a british town. lots of scantily clad women. it wasn't a place to hang out and have a beer, like you'd expect from a town with lots of pubs; it was a place to get drunk. however, the hostel was extremely nice and classy, and we all appreciated this considering our experience the previous night.
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