Today mike and I explored the rest of warwick. We first filled our bellies to the brim with the breakfast provided at agincourt. Then we set off to the lord leycester hospital where there was a warwickshire regimement exhibit, then went to the warwickshire museum, which had archaeology, natural history and warwick history. Then we went to the st marys church and went down to the crypt and saw the tombs of all the royal people we heard about yesterday. Then Michael took the bus back to leicester and I went to one more museum called st johns house, where they had old toys (even saw some I used to own!) And more war exhibits. So a very educational day in a very small town. Then I set off for stratford upon Avon. Didn't think it was possible but I did get lost around warwick trying to find my way to the A road out of there. So once I found my bearings, leaving time was 5:25pm and I did a total of 13.14mi (plus maybe 1/2 a mile more because when I was lost in town I didn't have my compy on). My avg was 11.9 mph and that is because for the first time since I've been cycling around this damn country I did not encounter any significant hills! And there was hardly any wind! I wonder what my speed would have been if i didn't have my monstrous bag on my rack. I should have weighed it before I left, so then I could calculate drag resistance and test if I actually learned anything from that year of physics classes, at the same time. And of course I got lost along the way; I still haven't figured out the difference between a dual carriageway and a motorway, in terms of when its ok to ride a bike. I didn't see any no cycling signs as I approached the A46 but it definitely looked like more of a motorway so I went another way and once I did all signs for stratford disappeared so I feared that the A46 was my only way there, but I was able to take another route, which was slightly longer but safer in any case. So I arrived at the yha at 6:45ish. And it would have been like a half hour sooner if I was more prepared! I swear I am so disorganized, I amaze myself at how I accomplish anything. So as I was on my way I saw a sign that said yha alveston (which is technically in the stratford district) but I thought surely this isn't my yha, but not like I actually checked the location of it beforehand! So I ride on the other 2 miles to stratford, the town. And when I got close to the town centre my brainiac mind decided it was time to look up the address of the hostel. And what do you know, IT WAS THE SAME PLACE I PASSED! so now I'm annoyed cause it was getting real dark and I had to go 2miles back in the direction I came. But I rode as fast as my ginormous pannier would let me. So I was a bit annoyed to find out that the hostel is so far away from the attractions, but hey I have a bike. But I was happy to know that there is a bike shed, so lance is in there now, hopefully making more friends than I am. I am sharing my room with two grannies. And they arent even traveling together, so this leads me to thinking they are traveling on their own, which I both pity and admire. It's good to be able to still want to go out and do something with your life at that age instead of wanting to play bingo and bridge all day long at the local old people hang out, and the fact that they are in a hostel and not a b&b shows that they haven't gotten uptight in all their years, but I feel bad that they don't have a partner to share these experiences with. But hey, maybe they can join forces, swap stories about the good old days when candy cost a nickel and children respected their elders, and then maybe they can be travel buddies. Don't know why I've given that so much thought, maybe because I've been kicked out of the room since 9 pm cause they wanted to sleep, so I'm sitting in the hallway writing this. But no matter, tomorrow will be another cultural day, so I must shimmy off to bed myself!
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