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 15As 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.