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England Nov 2024, day 1: Travel and York
Nov. 7th, 2024 10:00 pmPreface: This vacation plan grew out of "go with Beth on a flying weekend to the MEDATS conference", which is in York this year. I loved York when S. and I spent a couple days there about eight years ago, so why not do that again and also learn about medieval textiles? However, since it was so close to our anniversary, it morphed into "S. and I go to York for that flying weekend and then spend the following week in London".
We took a red-eye Wednesday night - frankly, going crazy about last-minute packing interleaved with a work day was a welcome distraction from contemplating the fucking hellscape which our country has opted for - which was redder than anticipated, as our scheduled 9:35pm departure turned into a 1am departure, ugh. Neither of us slept super well on the plane, either (among other things, the power at S's seat went out, so he couldn't use his CPAP). On the bright side, they kindly cancelled the planned Underground strike, so we were able to just roll onto the Picadilly line to Kings Cross.
Because of the extreme delays, we missed the off-peak fares to York and had to pay full whack for our tickets, for a sum that made me stretch my eyes; but the train was a) on time, b) comfortable, and c) fast. We got to York about 5pm, walked the ~15 minutes to the hotel (N.B.: rolling bags on olde tyme cobbled streets are a bit troublesome), and flopped. We had pre-booked dinner at Forest, the restaurant in the hotel, as it had a good reputation without being fancy, and had an excellent meal.
( Food Porn )
After dinner, we came upstairs and fell over.
We took a red-eye Wednesday night - frankly, going crazy about last-minute packing interleaved with a work day was a welcome distraction from contemplating the fucking hellscape which our country has opted for - which was redder than anticipated, as our scheduled 9:35pm departure turned into a 1am departure, ugh. Neither of us slept super well on the plane, either (among other things, the power at S's seat went out, so he couldn't use his CPAP). On the bright side, they kindly cancelled the planned Underground strike, so we were able to just roll onto the Picadilly line to Kings Cross.
Because of the extreme delays, we missed the off-peak fares to York and had to pay full whack for our tickets, for a sum that made me stretch my eyes; but the train was a) on time, b) comfortable, and c) fast. We got to York about 5pm, walked the ~15 minutes to the hotel (N.B.: rolling bags on olde tyme cobbled streets are a bit troublesome), and flopped. We had pre-booked dinner at Forest, the restaurant in the hotel, as it had a good reputation without being fancy, and had an excellent meal.
( Food Porn )
After dinner, we came upstairs and fell over.
