Bristol

Arrived Bristol Templemeads on time. After what seemed an age got a taxi to the Clifton hotel nice guy of a taxi driver. Funny hotel old posh slavery money built georgian mansion coversion I think. I was in the executive single room 74 on the third floor. What a pokey hole. Fruit bowl cd fridge telly single bed tiny bathroom. Sparse but functional. Mooched around whiteladies road. Ended eating in a chinese called the mandarin. Very nice mature lady waitress. She offered me warming tea, and recommended fried qiud in salt and pepper for warm belly. I went for it. Feeling a new sense of adventure I went for mixed seafood with vegetables and ho fun noodles. Ho fun means rice pasta she told me. She seemed incredibly dissapointed that I couldn't eat more. Mooched home jumped a cab - strangely same driver as before. Conclusion big coincidence or small one horse town. Back to hotel and on to net. Website stuff ring vineeta and do a bit of camera mag reading. Slept incredibly well.