Regardless of what you have planned, York is always a welcome destination. Dripping with history and charm, strolling atop the city walls is an uncommon experience in anyone’s journey.
My visit has been relatively uneventful to the point of terminal boredom except of course my visit to the British Railway Museum which I think should be in everybody’s top ten list of things to do in the United Kingdom. Part of the problem is that I have been to my last two destinations before, and I have had a mixture of roommates in York that have been standoffish and well versed in the art of snoring. Two nights I was served up a duet, and one of those nights even included a heavy dose of sleep apnea. Not limited to the usual rhythmic drone, apnea includes the delightful experience of hearing someone choking on their uvula and fighting for oxygen. It is not only loud but disturbing to hear someone fighting for survival in their sleep. That said, having such a roommate makes one wish to finish the job and place a pillow over the face of the offender. The beds weren’t particularly sturdy so were prone to movement with even the slightest encouragement.
To make matters worse the wifi turned to rubbish three days into my week forcing me to seek refuge in a restaurant to enter these words. I’ve pretty much had it with intrusive noises, and am hoping I can make it through one more night at Casa Del Snore. The next offender may find themselves shaken awake and told to sleep on their side. I am so over hostels right now. Hopefully, I can survive my remaining three weeks of hostels before I arrive at my daughter’s home in six weeks.
CITY OF YORK
I managed to escape unscathed by excess purchases.
NATIONAL RAILWAY MUSEUM
STIRLING SINGLE NO. 1 – 1870
LIVINGSTON-THOMPSON – 1885
MALLARD – 1938