The estrogen contingent of my hostel was confirmed in the morning when I had breakfast in the basement.
I was the only man in a room of 12 females, college age and just out of high school age plus a retired age lady.
When there are that many women I tend to not talk, it’s best to listen. I’m probably already wrong anyway.
1 table of girls was on a school trip around the UK. Another table was in from a rural city, but the most interesting was the girl who had just finished a year in Cornwall.
Why is that interesting, because they speak Cornish there. She also told us that Northern England had a couple more rarely spoken languages.
I don’t think I knew that there was more than 1 language in England that was older than the country.
Dydh da is a general greeting in Cornish.
Yeghes da is what to say if you toast someone’s glass when drinking, it means good health!
To me it resembled Irish but spoken with a very heavy accent thus making it sound like gibberish. Still though some of their words sounded familiar, we borrowed from them.
Fascinating breakfast discussion. I sure hoped everyone could hear over my bites of corn flakes.
In the kitchen as I cleaned my bowl, I talked with the older lady. She said she was wiped out from a long day walking castles the previous day.
We talked about her and I’s travels and staying in various hostels. She mentioned a lady I think I’d heard about while in Portugal.
This lady would paint landscapes, city scenes and portraits making just enough money to pay for her needs and another train ticket to the next city to do it all over again.
I was directed to just walk west, there is a park and castle that way, plus a shopping area with street performers.
Afternoon was planned and done!
There is indeed a castle, basically in the middle of the road in front of my hostel. There is a fee to view said castle.
Taking a left revealed a very large, very green park. Parks are free!
There were several pitches where people played footy or football, both types.
The park was overrun by students too. They were in small groups and were learning the history and points of interest via a clue hunt.
Each clue brought them deeper into the park.
I was selected by a group as a local who had all the answers. I’ll have you know that I knew 1 question correctly.
It had to do with a statue I’d just passed, a beaver I wanted to say. It was an unusual statue of an unusual animal in an unusual location.
It was like the most random spot, they cut down a tree and shrubs and added a wooden beaver statue. No context, so of course I noticed. You just had to stop to take a peek at the beaver!
I took a few tips on things to see on my walk round the park from the paper of questions each person had.
A bit inside the park was a cafe, so I popped in for a coffee and people watching.
Always important to pause and watch the city, experience the environment and what a normal day really is to the people who live there.
My bowl o’ cornflakes was not satisfying and my belly began to rumble.
I figured walking down 1 street over, through the shops, I would find something to eat.
I did! I found a money changer, too! Haha I had several odd, but large denomination bills from several countries. Tomorrow I would change them all for euros.
So far I’d had to use pounds, euros, francs, koruna, fornit, and zloty. All just different colors of paper.
“What is that piece of paper? We don’t take that kind of paper here!” Money is a joke and not real, it isn’t backed by anything other than faith.
The avenue of shops was filled with buskers playing guitar, human statues and other assorted diversions to extract pounds from you.
Ah a fry spot, they should have something good.
I had my 1st scotch egg with an English friend only a few years ago. I hadn’t had one in the UK so now is the time!
Holy hell, it’s huuuuuge!
I sat outside and watched a teen busker trying his best John Mayer guitar solo. Most everyone I’d seen wanted to be a shredder like Mayer or Ed Sheeran. Can’t say I’m a fan of either style.
Scotch egg was good and tasty! I couldn’t finish it so I dropped the rest off with one of the many homeless that dotted the avenue too.
A bit tired so I headed back to the hostel for a nap and research.
Hostels typically have a pamphlet section and you can get tips on things to do or see. I found a walking tour plus a beer festival.
Wait, these pamphlets are usually old, but yet the festival was this weekend, only a couple of days away! I was going to a Welsh Real Beer festival!
Real beer doesn’t use CO2 to pump rather air pushes the beer out via tap. It is also not refrigerated, stored and poured at room temps.
Lucky again!
I laid down for a bit and wondered what sorts of other things I might do while in Wales.
There was also a Harry Potter tour and I think they filmed Dr. Who around Cardiff too.
Pass, I mean I loved the Potter films, but that was enough. I didn’t need to see props or other proof it is a movie. I still have a lingering desire that it could be real…
I would do the walking tour tomorrow, then it would be 2 days at the festival a short walk from my hostel.
I never did talk to any girls in my room. we were on different schedules so I usually got the room to myself.
A quick search for food found Piemaster, just down the street.
I just like the idea of a meat pie. Flaky dough and meat. I had a buffalo meat pie, quite hot and filling.
A couple blocks away was a Brewdog pub. I had to check it out. This was my 4th Brewdog experience. I stumbled upon them in Barcelona, Edinburgh, Glasgow and now here!
It was quite nice, good tunes, decent looking bar food. Perfect place to be especially when it poured rain like it was tonight.
I got a pint and sat by the window watching it rain. Cars puddled by, people ran with and without umbrellas most of the night.
I attempted a couple of conversations but it turned into trivia night so everyone did that vs talking.
The thing that makes Brewdog great is they excel in each style they make, plus they are cheeky and take the piss out of big beer any chance they get.
Still raining when I left, I had to throw up my hoodie and fast walk back to the hostel.
In my room I was greeted to the sound of snoring and rain. Just another night at a hostel for me.
I put my earplugs in and fell asleep.
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