Llandudno |
We were all staying in Llandudno, a typical Victorian era beachside town, about 30 min away. My new workmates like a drink, I'm fitting right in.
Llandudno has a promenade along a rocky beach, a pier, lots of B&Bs, hotels and pubs. Rained all week and so cold. The town was full of pensioners on their seaside holiday, all dressed up for dinner. Mum and Dad would love it. There is a big headland called the Great Orme which has a cable car up to the top where there are tea rooms and British-type attractions (sort of daggy). Oh, its pronounced Clandidno.
People in this part of Wales speak Welsh, and they sort of whisper. Its a bit disconcerting.
People in this part of Wales speak Welsh, and they sort of whisper. Its a bit disconcerting.
Seagulls everywhere, and they are as big as cats. And vicious. There's no point eating fish and chips (cod...yuck and greasy) on the promenade.They attack...seriously.
For those who remember the Guiness Book of Records from the 70's, the town with the longest place name in the world (according to them) was only 10 min from Bangor. Llanfairpwll....yada yada...goch. In reality just another little town, best part about it was the gift shop toilet. With this weather, I've been weeing like a racehorse.
Saturday drove to Oxford. I'd never been there, I was expecting university colleges, students on bikes, punting, you know like Brideshead Revisited. In reality its full of tourists and I'm over tourist towns. To be fair there were a lot of high school kids there on tour as the UK school year has just ended for summer break. You could go into the colleges, but they charged admission. However you could walk around the actual university buildings which was cool, I thought.
Coloured Punts - Oxford |
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