Wales, Day 3
Mar. 8th, 2007 01:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amelia_petkovaMy bed at the hostel really hates me. When I was getting out of bed, I sat up too quickly and at the wrong angle, and hit the very back of my head against the very edge of the frame. I´m surprised there wasn´t blood, that´s how hard I hit it.
The National Museum Cardiff was nice (one of the reasons being free admission). Didn´t walk through the whole place--just the nature and archaeology exhibits. Skimming over the description of Great Britain´s forests made me think of Mythago Wood. I can only hope to write that well someday. The museum lets you take pictures in some of the rooms, so I have several photographs of an exhibit of Welsh gravestones from around the 600s to the 1200s. They were in lots of different styles.
I was good about shopping...mostly. At the end of the afternoon I was walking back to the hostel to return my souveniers, and the route takes me by the large gift shops run by Cardiff Castle. (Your typical tourist merchandise: t-shirts, magnets, postcards, etc. But there were some very nice other crafts.) So I´m walking by and happen to see books in the window. I stood there for a minute, then said, "Damn it, now I have to go in." The outcome: two books--an anthology of Welsh poetry and a beginner´s guide to Welsh. (Shut up, I can´t help the language interest. Keep in mind that, for all I talk about enjoying languages, I still haven´t become fluent in any other than English. Stop rolling your eyes at me.)
Had dinner at Pizza Hut (woohoo!). Personal pan pizza with black olives, yum. That is the only Pizza Hut that I have ever been in where you can order either wine or a pot of tea. What you hear about how much Great Britain likes its tea is not an exaggeration. I mean, I was in a pizza parlor!
This night, a girl named Rachel was added to my room. She´s from Australia, and is backpacking in Europe.
The National Museum Cardiff was nice (one of the reasons being free admission). Didn´t walk through the whole place--just the nature and archaeology exhibits. Skimming over the description of Great Britain´s forests made me think of Mythago Wood. I can only hope to write that well someday. The museum lets you take pictures in some of the rooms, so I have several photographs of an exhibit of Welsh gravestones from around the 600s to the 1200s. They were in lots of different styles.
I was good about shopping...mostly. At the end of the afternoon I was walking back to the hostel to return my souveniers, and the route takes me by the large gift shops run by Cardiff Castle. (Your typical tourist merchandise: t-shirts, magnets, postcards, etc. But there were some very nice other crafts.) So I´m walking by and happen to see books in the window. I stood there for a minute, then said, "Damn it, now I have to go in." The outcome: two books--an anthology of Welsh poetry and a beginner´s guide to Welsh. (Shut up, I can´t help the language interest. Keep in mind that, for all I talk about enjoying languages, I still haven´t become fluent in any other than English. Stop rolling your eyes at me.)
Had dinner at Pizza Hut (woohoo!). Personal pan pizza with black olives, yum. That is the only Pizza Hut that I have ever been in where you can order either wine or a pot of tea. What you hear about how much Great Britain likes its tea is not an exaggeration. I mean, I was in a pizza parlor!
This night, a girl named Rachel was added to my room. She´s from Australia, and is backpacking in Europe.
