Beginning in Bristol
Rom and I hadn’t taken vacation since last October, probably our longest stretch ever at 10 months. Rom has much less vacation time than I do, but the amount is slowly creeping up, so we were able to book a 14-day trip to the UK. (Rom says he is from the UK but more specifically he is from England. I see this as akin to saying I am from North America when I mean Canada.) We go there once a year to visit Rom’s family. His parents are very generous in never complaining about how much or how little time we spend at their home; this time we spent a week with them in East Sussex. To round out the vacation, we booked 4 days in Bristol and Bath, and 3 days in London. We have a routine now in which we take an overnight direct flight from Halifax to London, arrive in the morning and haul ourselves around until mid-evening. By then we’ve been up for about 36 hours, but it allows us to save a vacation day and maximize time at our destination. By the time we go to bed, we’re exhausted enough to sleep 8 hours. Then we don’t have to spend days adjusting to the 4-hour time difference. You would think a person could sleep on a 6-hour overnight flight, but the reality is otherwise. For the first hour after take-off, snacks are served. Then the lights are turned out in the cabin for about 3 hours, the only potential sleep window. Then they turn on all the lights and serve breakfast. I am not sure who developed the process of using food as a tool of sleep deprivation! We thought about switching from full-sized luggage to carry-ons but decided not to for this trip. A checked bag is still free on international flights, and we each would have had to buy a new carry-on. After hauling our big suitcases from Heathrow to Paddington to Temple Mead, we had second thoughts! (I know you are thinking we could have shared a suitcase, but to be honest, we planned some shopping this time). It was Rom’s idea to go to Bristol and it worked out really well. To be honest, I knew so little about Bristol, I thought it was at the mouth of the Avon River where it meets the Bristol Channel, but it appears no town is there? Unless you go south to Portishead. Of course, I mainly knew Bristol as Banksy’s hometown, but Rom reminded me it is also the home of trip hop. The first afternoon, we walked around the tourist-friendly harbourfront areas. In this case, harbourfront means areas around Spike Island where the river is wide, and there is a mix of shipping trade relics and modern developments. I felt right at home there since where I live, near the Halifax Harbour, has a similar history. The city centre is great for pedestrians with lots of attractions in a small area. There are lots of cute bridges so you can scuttle back and forth across the river.Some of the street art tours were sold out, but the whole city is immersed in modern art and street art, so you can’t miss it no matter where you go.