Today we were entirely at the mercy of the Bath public bus service to transport us to Glastonbury so we could visit the abbey and climb the Tor. We were originally supposed to take a 9:10 bus to Wells and take another bus to eventually reach Glastonbury, but due to a misunderstanding about the bus’s arrival, the bus left without us. We were forced to wait another hour for the next bus to come. This set us back on our originally scheduled tour of Glastonbury Abbey because we arrived over an hour late.
However, Glastonbury Abbey did not disappoint. A bit of information to better help in the understanding of the rest of this entry—Glastonbury is extremely eccentric. The entire town is full of “weirdies” as the elderly night watchman from Night at the Museum might say. Our tour guide was no different. He was dressed scholarly in a dress shirt, vest, and tweed trousers, but his most eclectic and eccentric accessory was his beloved dog Rex. This isn’t strange until I mention that Rex is a toy dog on wheels that our guide led around on a leash. As one might imagine, the uneven terrain of the abbey grounds upset the poor canine many a time. This never fazed our guide; he merely chuckled and helped right the toy. It was just weird.
Glastonbury Abbey itself was beautiful. The ruins and extensive surrounding gardens were excellent for exploring. Before we explored, Amy gave an insightful and interactive presentation on the Arthurian legends we had read for today, and as a class we discussed the permeation of the Christ motif in the story of Arthur—his birth’s prophesy, his actions as king, etc. Amy also planned an entertaining skit about the discovery of Arthur’s and Guenevere’s bodies under the supervision of Henry II.
Perhaps the most strenuous part of our time in Glastonbury was when we climbed the Tor, a gigantic, steep hill with a stone tower at the top. Almost the entire group reached the top and took epic selfies individually and as a group with the amazing view. We could not stay up there forever, though, and eventually we climbed back down and headed to the bus stop.
We caught our bus back to Wells, but to our dismay, we discovered that we had missed our next bus by four minutes. Thus, we had to wait another hour for the next one. During this time, many of us were lucky enough to pet a calico house cat that had wandered over to the bus stop area. This one was a bit more cautious than the other cats we have encountered since arriving here, but our American charm placated her long enough for some pets and adoration.
When we did finally arrive back in Bath, it was about 7pm. We decided to buy some supplies at Sainsbury’s and then head back to the YMCA. Gretchen and I had beforehand decided to eat dinner at a Thai restaurant a block from the Y. The atmosphere was fancy, but the food prices were fairly reasonable. I ordered the spicy fried rice, and she ordered the green curry. We both loved our dishes. After a bit of sweating and the aid of a half pint of milk, I was able to finish my food. Gretchen had no trouble with hers due to its medium heat rating. The flavors of bith dishes were unique and flavorful, and I would recommemd this place to anyone looking to try Thai food. I believe the name is something like Thai Tapas.
We are headed to London tomorrow! Less than week from today we will be back in Iowa. That is why I am cherishing every day here, even the ones that are stranger or require more patience.