Mad Dashes
Adrenaline powered me to carry a suitcase, a knapsack and a duffle bag all at one go while I make a dash to the bus station.
We missed our coach. Siok Ai had some difficulty in managing her case up the stairs (damn the antiquated system!) and unfortunately, by the time we reached Victoria Tube, we were stuck in the rush hour crush. There seemed to be some kind of bomb alert, where those who wanted to get in were barred from entering and those leaving (like us), fortunately could leave the platforms.
Still it was a stiff run to Victoria Coach Station. By the time we got there, the coach had left just 5 min ago. Siok Ai went off to get a replacement ticket while I picked up all the luggage and headed for a seat and trying to catch my breath from all the physical exertions. My running at home didn't seem to do much for me!
A long 7 hour ride ensued. Travel-weary, we got to Penzance a little after 7 pm. It was a long walk up the promenade to Kathy's B & B. It was a cosy 6 room affair, with chintzy bedspreads and rather retro decor. And a radiator, and an electric blanket!
Following Kathy's recommendations, we were off to the Turk's Head for dinner. It was not bad and there were a convivial bunch of old men teasing the resident waitress. Pub culture at its best.
Walked past stores filled with wonderful clothes, bags and shoes we can't buy. In small towns like these, they close as early as 5.30 pm.
We missed our coach. Siok Ai had some difficulty in managing her case up the stairs (damn the antiquated system!) and unfortunately, by the time we reached Victoria Tube, we were stuck in the rush hour crush. There seemed to be some kind of bomb alert, where those who wanted to get in were barred from entering and those leaving (like us), fortunately could leave the platforms.
Still it was a stiff run to Victoria Coach Station. By the time we got there, the coach had left just 5 min ago. Siok Ai went off to get a replacement ticket while I picked up all the luggage and headed for a seat and trying to catch my breath from all the physical exertions. My running at home didn't seem to do much for me!
A long 7 hour ride ensued. Travel-weary, we got to Penzance a little after 7 pm. It was a long walk up the promenade to Kathy's B & B. It was a cosy 6 room affair, with chintzy bedspreads and rather retro decor. And a radiator, and an electric blanket!
Following Kathy's recommendations, we were off to the Turk's Head for dinner. It was not bad and there were a convivial bunch of old men teasing the resident waitress. Pub culture at its best.
Walked past stores filled with wonderful clothes, bags and shoes we can't buy. In small towns like these, they close as early as 5.30 pm.
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