The wind howled and it rained all night. We packed up, said goodbye to our hosts and drove off down the terrifying road to Penzance, where the roads got more and more reasonable until the M5 motorway to Heathrow. Again, all on the wrong side of the road – mostly. Also, southern England is bigger than I remember it.
We are in an Ibis Inn. They are like McDonalds – exactly the same everywhere. We walked down the street to the nearest pub, The Three Magpies, for a last pint and a meal of English fish and chips. It stood alone, an 18th century building in a vacant lot surrounded by Heathrow hotels. They were out of two of their four kinds of beer, and out of fish and chips. You could almost visualize the sign on the door “Soon to be the Site of the new Days Inn”. So back to the Ibis Restaurant for a glass of red and their fish and chips. The fish was okay, but the chips were terrible. Come on Ibis, you may have cheap rooms, but you have to get better chips.
Up early tomorrow to gas up the car (175 pound penalty for not gassing up) and get to our flight on time.
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