Sifting through paperbacks in the rain
UK Return Part 3: Hay-on-Wye the “world’s first book town”
Trust in the process. To better self and learn. Not my business, how long I live, just live.
En transit to Cymru
By the time we were headed to Wales (Cymru in Welsh), I had figured out how to travel abroad again. I had gotten in touch with some long lost feelings, and also remembered what it’s like to be dependent on your own brain to figure out the logistics of public transit in a foreign country. We took a bus, then a train to Manchester, England for a stopover (where Carp said it was “like looking at what America will hopefully look like in 100 years. Old buildings and great public transit and infrastructure”).
After hanging out at at the Manchester train station for a while, we hopped on another train to Hereford, England. This is where we got stuck.
The train station in Hereford was super tiny with non-existent seating, and when we found out…
