The goodbyes were sad and lasted for what seems like hours, but I finally got on the bus to Chester. I made reservations at a Chester Hotel for a few days because I though it would be cool to check out all the Roman History. When I arrived and checked into my room, I went off to investigate the museums and run some other errands.
Chester does have a lot of cool Roman stuff. Roman gardens with artifacts with descriptions to go with them and a bunch of quaint little museums. I really like the garden though, it was peaceful, more peaceful than the rest of the city. I had to leave the peaceful garden because I needed to find a notary. I needed to copy my passport and ID to start my Irish citizenship application. There was one not too far from the garden, but it was closed. So, I had to walk way up to Hoole, a small town north of Chester, approximately 2 kilometers. I had a hard time finding it because the sign was so not what it looked like in the phone book listing. But, at least they were open.
I headed back to Chester and bought some cheese from an indoor market that was actually a local farmers market, but inside instead of outside. I picked up a loaf of bread and cranberries to eat with the cheese. I found a place just outside of town, a little woodland between two roads which offered shade and quite. My bread, cranberries and cheese seemed like a good combination to me at the time, but put all together, it’s not as good as it promised to be. I noticed I wasn’t alone, there was a tent pitched behind some trees and brush, barely noticeable from the road. I though I’d push off my disappointing meal to whom ever was camping, but as I approached, I noticed trash was strewn all over the place, flies everywhere and it smelled. I decided to back off and leave the area. I got a bad feeling.
It was getting dark, so I headed back to my hotel room for the evening. Being exhausted from all the walking I did and playing with my nieces and nephews last night, I decided I’ll probably sleep in tomorrow.
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