Holy shit, I wrote something

Title: Abstinence
Fandom: Indiana Jones

( Only a drabble, but it´s completed )

Wales, Day 1

I must be on a roll lately--doing a drabble, thinking about more weekend traveling, and now finally posting my main adventures from two weekends ago! Here are the highlights.

Friday, February 15
As I was going to Wales by myself, the taxi ride to the airport was dreadfully expensive. I should have taken it as a sign of things to come. (In hindsight, I could have arranged the transportation to Cardiff and back with less transfers and at a lower price.)

Currently, I dislike small children. Sitting behind me on the airplane flight to London was a family with two boys. The older one behaved himself, but the younger (around two years old) just could not sit still. He wasn´t kicking my seat, but he was constantly wiggling about, and it was a solid two hours of the mother saying, "James, sit still; James, keep your seatbelt on; Stop tearing your coloring book--you´re only ruining it for yourself; etc." It´s a good thing the brat wasn´t on my return flight, as I would have been tempted to tell him stories of the Erlking/Goblin King/Lucy from Dracula to make him behave.

( Would you go right or left? )

The less said about all the train changes I had to do, the better. A word to the unwary: train tickets are expensive, and dollars are not worth much when exchanged into pounds. Still, at least I can brag about having navigated the Tube.

Somebody must have been taking pity on me, as it was after dark when I arrived in Cardiff, but I found my hostel easily. Literally all I had to do was walk along the River Taf, and there it was.

I signed up for a four-person room to save money. The first night, my roommates were two women around my age from Germany, here to visit the one person´s brother. In the hostel´s bar/restaurant I made friends with a couple named Sarah and Adam, here for a few days from around the middle of England. The beds were terrible, but that seemed to be a feature of our room, and not the entire hostel.

February went by quickly

You´ve Lived
Gwyn Thomas

All through the play, Hamlet´s
Looking for some hold in the world.
All through it, he´s searching for something in life
To bear the weight of his being.

And neither his father´s murder,
The adultery of his mother
Nor Ophelia´s love--
Things shattering enough
One would have thought--
Is sufficient to root him
In the rank, unweeded garden
Which was what he called life.
He was here without an anchor
In a fruitless sea of being.
And he never evolved an interest
(As we say) 'to keep him going'--
He with his wayward life; he, the lost one.

So take comfort--
Even if you only grow onions,
Breed rabbits or put ships in bottles,
If that grips you, you are one of the saved,
The light shines on you, you can fear death,
Go in dread of the end.
That is to say, you´ve lived.