Bath Time

Woke up this morning to find tat the temp had gone down again..it means time to dig out the jacket..sigh..

Anyway, we packed our lunch(sandwiches lor, wat else) and caught a local bus out to Bath. It's quite nearby, took us about 45 mins to reach the town centre of Bath. Bustling place, prob cos it was Saturday..

Reached the main square & decided to munch our lunch first..u really tend to eat more in cold weather..after tat, they wanted to go in to the Roman Baths but i wasn't too on..was never too keen in spas & stuff before..a quick check at the admission prices made me reaffirm my decision not to go in - entry charges was £9.50pp. No way am i gonna pay those prices to see some bath tubs..

And so, they went in and i just wandered along those streets..got xian after a while since i couldn't afford to buy anything anyway, so i sat down on a bench & people watched..

2 hours later, they emerged from the baths satisfied..took a quick peek at their digital photos & thankfully, i didn't regret not going in..

We then walked down to a Saturday market but was a bit of a disappointment..u could count the no of stalls on both hands..but i perked up at the sight of Waitrose (the equivalent of Cold Storage back home)..went in & came out with yet another bag of groceries : )

On the way back to Bristol, i was entertained by this group of young lads..ave age about 20 - 22..they were singing for most of the journey, complete with feet tapping & finger clicking..basically, they just sang watever came to their heads and/or watever they saw along the way - a phenomenon not exactly alien to me..Eg. the bus went past a Mac & they burst out in unison 'I'm loving it..'

And i wonder...are those people still singing as much as they do back in Sg?