I asked my mom to wake me up before she go go’ed, and she did, in that nice, firm motherly way.
Truly a great trip that my mom and I went on. I hope we go on another trip soon.
I had just enough time to find a free cup of coffee at the hotel before my cab arrived.
My cabbie was a working man, very thick accent, I could barely understand him so it took me a moment to translate the closest word approximation to the sounds he was making.
He fookin luv’d footy, yeah, that much I got from him and the flag adorning his rearviewmirror.
Not as much traffic as I thought and we arrived to the port in under 20min which maps told me would take 30-40 in the mornings.
Coffee sure was marked up at the port, so I decide to wait it out and hope for the cafe on the ferry to have reasonably priced coffee.
I endured a bunch of questions by the border guard, all, he assured me, were necessary, “We dint ah let joost anyoone in here, ya knows?” he said, again he was using English words, just accentuating them uniquely.
I was soon aboard the ferry walking upstairs to the lounge. Again they think just ordering coffee was strange, “Just ah coffee?!”
Food was severely marked up here and while it was fresh, you could see a kitchen, it just didn’t seem worth it.
What did seem intriguing was the VIP lounge up some guarded stairs. Velvet rope and everything.
They had the one on one omelette chef that was always a pleasure to watch.
Selecting my very hot cup of coffee, I fast walked over to a seat near a window. Ouch this is a boiling hot cup of coffee even with a cup protector.
I took the lid off because I like to live dangerously but mostly to aid in cooling it down a bit faster. Steam rises off of my cup like clouds.
Sailing on these big ships seems like we are gliding on the water. I love it!
If you get to the option to travel via ferry, just do it!
I didn’t meet anyone on this ride, sort of bummed.
Soon I was in Holyhead, a city I nearly stayed at for the day until I realized it was a very small port city.
Factor in Cardiff is only a few more hours away made the decision where to stay my first day in Wales.
I’d actually get to my hostel before check in time at 3. Of course, this meant starting the day at 7am: ferry, bus, train straight 8 hours.
I saw pretty much the entire country of Wales. Lots of sheep, green pastures, hay. And small towns with virtually no vowels at all in the names. Just many redundant consonants in a row. Rhyl is one. As is Cwmbran. Dafydd = David!
The conductor who checked our tickets made double sure which stop I needed to get off at, leaving for a while to return with precise directions.
Shrewsbury! It is like out of a Dickens tale, the towne of Shrewsbury!
I was to exit Shrewsbury and board the next train south, to Cardiff. “Tis marked well. Ask anyone though, they’ll set ye straight, ya.” said the conductor as he wrote the info on my ticket.
Pacing back and forth near train tracks is one of my favorite pastimes. I am sort of in the right place since I haven’t learned where the train cars line up and I can freely walk.
I get a bit anxious about being in the right place for planes, trains and ferries. This trip added to my anxiety as a few times trains and planes set for arrival would suddenly change with only 20 min to get to the right gate, track.
I found the connection with ease and slid into a seat, headphones on.
A goth couple sat beside me on across the walkway.
She was very pale, dark hair, plump. He was very skinny and had on a jean jacket with patches of bands all over the back. Looked like every goth couple I’d seen before.
We all got out at Cardiff station, Caerdydd Canolog, and I searched for directions to my hostel.
I was still a bit early so I popped into a pub on the main walkway. I was staying in a part of town with no cars!
Doing a bit of research on the train I knew Brains was a Welsh beer so I got one.
After my pint I headed into my hostel. I got the impression walking in it was mainly used by females. I may have been one of 5 guys in the multi story hostel.
The multi gender room was on the same floor as the door, which is rarer occurrence than you’d think, so that is good luck.
Inside my room was a couple gals getting ready, listening to tunes on their phones.
I laid down for the 1st time in over 10 hours of travel. I was beat and fell asleep for about an hour or so.
Sleep when you can is the name of the game in travel. Also showers and laundry are important.
I cannot lie, I searched for Nando’s for dinner. South African spicy chicken chain is tops!
It was a reliable option until I got my bearings. I not sure what Welsh cuisine would be like other than just like England’s? Maybe they just ate lamb here vs beef?
Things went well though I had a bit of a moment while waiting on my order. I got up to wash my hands and a family sat at my table.
You get a number on a stick so the waiter knows where to drop food so I am not sure how the hostess mixed us up.
I found another seat and just waved when a guy walked by with what I figured was my order. Usually 2 breasts with rice. Yum.
There were a lot of night club options in this part of town, but I just wanted a pint of Welsh beer.
Plenty of options on the strip. I popped into a nice dark place and had a couple pints. Brains!
I retired early, still tired from all the travel.
Yup women snore, nothing new there.
Beer Brains Black
Song Stereophonics Dakota