Bristol Docks

Chris and I catching the steam train, a very Bristish thing to do!

We went up the dock and then back along another track to the start, where by now, we were a tad hungry. We kept walking until we hit a little ferry that has been converted into a restaurant. Very yummy and rather cheap (no Styrofoam cup and cardboard banner required today) We all had a lovely meal, but I really enjoyed watching the new extreme sport “free running” that was happening beside us. I remember watching James Bond (the first Daniel Craig one.. you know the one where he comes up from the ocean in his undies) anyhow, that first scene where he’s chasing the baddie and he’s doing all that crazy stuff that I originally thought was C.Ged (or the guy was possessed and was really a crazy demon) I now know that it’s real and that there are some mad men out there who quite enjoy throwing themselves off a 10 story building onto a small ledge, swinging onto a washing line and then running up a wall and flipping themselves over (which could only obtain a perfect score of 10 in the gymnastic world) It was entertaining to say the least. After lunch we took a stroll to see a local cathedral, which was huge and lovely (as it seems all the buildings in England are) but we weren’t allowed to take photos as it was prayer time. We’ll go back another time for a pic or two and maybe when the neurotic usher isn’t there…. It worked out well though that we only had a chance to stick our head in and out as we then caught a boat around the harbour and learnt some of the history of the Bristol water front. It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon, nice and leisurely, and it was nice to be off our feet for once! We later strolled back to Jen’s place where we ate fish and chips for dinner and watched “Dr Who” (for the record and at the risk of sounding like a true “Who nerd”, David Tennant makes the best Dr ever)

'Anyone going to Melbourne?' Em hitching a ride home...

It was at Jens that I discovered the amazing red glow illuminating from my neck area.. who ever told me that the sun was less fierce in the UK was a big fat liar! Bloody hell, Rudolph has nothing on me I tell you! But the pain of the burn wasn’t that bad.. not in comparison to the rash I’d picked up somehow all over my legs and upper thighs. No, that took the cake and made the sunburn feel like a little pinch. Hmph. Chris always jokes that he can’t take me anywhere and that if anything was to happen or slightly go wrong it will happen to me, and he’s not wrong and most certainly not lying. Looks like another 6 months of religiously applying 30+ sunscreen is in order. Oh well, it beats the alternative right? It was home for a refreshing shower, reading and an early night for us, we’ve had such big days and taken so much in over the past week or so that it’s just so lovely to be able to relax and be at ‘home’. We’ll always be appreciative to all the help and assistance our UK family have given us with this trip, a huge help to the both of us!

written by  Chris and Emily on April 11, 2009 from Bristol, United Kingdom
from the travel blog: Europe 2009
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