The Inn at Bowman's Hill
Travel Blogs from New Hope
... of work to do and plenty of food to eat!
Not the best blog, a bit rushed it was, but just something to keep whoever's reading updated.
Finally, just for Aunty Thelma, I had an email back from you've been framed, and they aren't using the video we sent in "Granny Gone Wild", maybe i'll try Crime-watch instead!
enjoy the photo's there aren't many but i'll take more soon!
... and beanies so I was really thrilled. Like I said in my earlier Facebook status update - I was so over looking at least halfway presentable and instead I now had to focus on survival. So it was scarf, gloves, beanie and snap-on earmuffs and I was good to go. I dashed back to the hotel, grabbed my bags and shot through to the Greyhound station. And here I am - en route to New York on my last Greyhound bus ride of my month long Trans American journey. It's just ...
... fish and chips were ordered and the waitress, a very friendly lady, chatted to us about our trip. When we said we were on our way to Philly she was a little concerned as she told us about the 2-3 murders a day that take place in the city. After a very nice lunch we were back on the road and soon within Philadelphia city limits. The high rise buildings and beautiful bridges were a welcome change from the monotony of the highways and interstates. We found a place ...
... had been exploring the U.S. with his sister and her friend for the last few months (since he is still in high school and this would be during their summer vacation) and was heading back home. It was so fun talking to them and getting a feel for what we were soon going to encounter for
ourselves. We must have sat there for almost two hours, so it was getting late and we had to get an early start the next day. I went up to my room and slept like a ...
... 8221; he said grabbing it back from Lily.
“You have to Ernie. She has to know
the truth.” Ernie walked away shaking his head and
carefully put the letter back in the
envelope and resealed it back at the bar. What a pickle! It was his
own fault for wishing for more
excitement earlier. So now what? Did he give “Lil Miss” the
have to watch her fall apart or did he