The next morning, I woke up decently early and hung out in my room. I wasn’t going to be picking up the National Express to Bristol until late morning so I had some time to watch TV in English before I made my way to Terminal 3 at Heathrow. Luckily, I had gotten in so late to London that I didn’t really have time to unpack my bag so I had little that I needed to do before I left. I waited until the very last minute and then checked out of my hotel and took the shuttle to Terminal 3. The shuttles from the airport drop you off at the arrivals so I had to find my way out to the bus stops (which I didn’t actually know existed). I found the one for the National Express and saw that there were other people waiting so I sat down in the waiting booth and watched for my bus.
I have to admit that I have a fear that I will miss a train or a bus that I am supposed to take because I don’t know what is going on. So usually I will not wear headphones and I will creep on people and their conversations because the way I see it, at least one person is going to be taking the same train or bus that I am going to take. After a bit of time, I realized that no one seemed to be going to Bristol and there were zero signs anywhere that said where I was supposed to go so I went and found someone who told me that the bus would arrive about 5 minutes before departing the terminal and it would pull up at one of the 5 stalls there. I just had to keep an eye out for it. I think the lady ended up feeling bad for me because she let me know when she saw it pulling up to make sure I didn’t miss my bus. I boarded my bus and began my ride to Bristol.
I put in my headphones and watched the English country side fly by me as we made our way out to Bristol. The bus was decently populated with people of all ages. Some of them had luggage, others had nothing almost as if they were using this bus as a commuter bus. After two hours, we arrived in Bristol and I started walking to my hotel. But first, I had to make a fool of myself trying to figure out how to get out of the bus station. The bus pulled into a giant parking lot and I thought I had to go into the actual building to get out onto the main street but couldn’t figure out how to get the doors open because apparently they were locked so people just stared at me like I was crazy as I tried to open them. I eventually decided to walk along the perimeter of the building, hugging the wall on the non-existent sidewalk and eventually found myself out on the main road. I know, you’re probably wondering why I didn’t just follow other people. I didn’t because I was the first one off of the bus and the only one who didn’t have luggage sitting under the bus so I was left to fend for myself.
I started my trek and eventually found myself walking through downtown Bristol and walking through a giant square with lots of people bustling around. I knew that this was where I was going to find food for lunch after I checked into my hotel. I walked up a short hill just past the main downtown along the water and found my hotel. I checked in, settled down in my room and connected to wifi. For once, it was the first priority for me because I wanted to get in contact with my friends to see who I was going to be meeting up with and when. Apparently I was very starved for friends and conversation at this point. I made my dinner plans and started out my adventure to find some lunch.