Ambleside -- the day of not many pictures

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My hostel, from the park across from it -- Ambleside

I got up in the morning, and noshed on my leftovers from the night before, and then caught the hostel shuttle out to Ambleside. I was really excited about this hostel, because the pictures I'd seen of the building on the internet were quite posh looking. It turns out (as I learned MANY times over the course of this trip) that appearances can be deceiving. The hostel in Windermere was no great beauty, but it was super nice, and the bedrooms were modern and clean. We even had our own bathroom for a room of 6. Ambleside's exterior was gorgeous, but the interior left quite a lot to be desired! It was cozy, but pretty beat up, and the rooms and beds were on the tattered side.

Ambleside pier
And we had a few lonely bathrooms for quite a lot of people. But anyway!

Because I got there so early, I had to shove my backpack into the backpack storage room, as the rooms weren't ready yet. Because it was early, I thankfully got a spot by the door, which I felt would come in handy once I arrived back in the afternoon to pick it up and take it to my room. I was to be proven wrong,  through no fault of my own logic, but that comes later!

I am trying to rack my brain as to why I took so few pictures in Ambleside. I think it's because I was pretty busy wandering around for starters. But also, I think I felt that I need not take more of the same -- as buildings in Ambleside weren't much different from those in Windermere and Bowness. Or perhaps I was just sick of playing the tourist and whipping out my camera every 5 steps.

Valley in between Langdale and Grasmere
 It did happen many times during this trip that I just wanted to -be- while wandering around. At any rate, I got myself up in the morning, and went off into the town itself, again a fair distance from the hostel, but not an impossible walk. I passed all sorts of cute cottages on the walk in, and the town itself was really adorable. (And I actually remember liking it more than Windermere/Bowness, so I'm not sure again why I didn't take many pictures!). My first stop was a street market, where I picked up some fresh fruit to gnaw on as I wandered. Pretty par for the course for a street market, at least compared to the ones I note from home -- a few good bargains, and a whole lotta junk.

I did discover Kendal Mint Cake here, though, in a neat little confectionary store.

Valley in between Langdale and Grasmere
Oh, yum!

I didn't actually /do/ anything much here during the day, except suss out a place for dinner, and wander aimlessly. I think I sat down and had tea once at a little tea house, and I found a health food store that had a few allergy-safe things for me, and then I wandered back to the hostel, in hopes of catching a little afternoon nap. No such luck, as the rooms weren't quite done yet, even though it had been past time to check in. It was then that I'd found out also that a group of teenagers had come in while I was out, and they had moved my backpack from it's prime spot near the door, and heaped a bunch of their things all over it. Punks! ;) I finally managed to extracate it and was given a key to my room. I did lie down for a power nap at that point, knowing I didn't have much time as John (finally, I remember his name!) the shuttle driver had promised to take me on a drive around the hostel loop in the Lake District area, to point out a few things to me about the history of the area.

Valley in between Langdale and Grasmere

He was not born a local (he was born in Birmingham), but he'd been living long enough in the District that he knew tons about it, and considered it his home over and above Brum. It was talking to John that I learned about bad weather coming if the cows were lying down. Don't ask me how I didn't know this before, but for some reason this knowledge totally escaped my 31 years of life experience. I felt pretty silly admitting that to him, but I got over it once he quit mocking me ;) It was nice to be able to see some of the smaller towns in the Lake District that I didn't have time to get to on foot, as well as scope out some of the other hostels in the area, because I know I'll definitely make it here again in my lifetime. It's just so beautiful.

The evening brought dinner out (some really, really good Chinese!), and then a movie.

Valley in between Langdale and Grasmere
I'd found a nice little theatre in town that was playing 'La Vie en Rose', and since I adore Edith Piaf, I needed to see it. The theatre itself was divided into several different buildings, and I discovered when I went to pay that the movie I wanted to see was down the road in an old converted church. I enjoyed the movie a lot. But I did not enjoy getting out of the movie to discover how dark it was. And here I was alone, and relatively far from the hostel. I could have hired a cab at that point, but I was on a budget, and I'd overspent on the movie and dinner anyway. So with much fear and trepidation, I started off on the long walk back to the hostel. I needn't have worried, really, because it was pretty safe, and there were a fair number of people still out and about and walking. It's just that innate sense of warning I have as a single woman traveling alone, I guess. I made it back to the hostel in good time, read for a bit, and then fell asleep, knowing I'd be up early in the morning again for the return trip back to Edinburgh.

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photo by: Vikram