Aussies in Chester.
Because I like to suffer, I decided that I would take a 5 hour bus trip up to the city of Chester to meet an Australian friend and stay for the night, then catch the bus back to Oxford the next day. (I had to come back to Oxford because in a fit of over planning I had prebooked my bus from here to Heathrow to meet Pa).
But the bus ride wasn't so bad and the night was worth it. A bronze elephant, outdoor couches, sugary cocktails, headbanging, an impromptou dance off and a good friend. How could this be anything but good? And I got a lovely farewell from the bus window!