Wales, Wales, Wales...my new favorite country. I'm not lying. Me and three of my friends (Kaitlin, Marcus, and Eli) decided to go to Wales for the weekend - just Friday to Saturday. The night before we booked our tickets for the train ride and for the hotel. We decided to take a two hour ride to Cardiff, a quaint, cool city in Wales.
After getting up at 6:45 the next morning, I showered and was ready to go. We all met up with our bags packed, hungry stomachs, and smiles on our faces - we were excited.
We got to Paddington station where our train would depart from and had time to spare so we got bagels from a stand. Hint: Never get a bagel in a foreign country - especially when they mess up your order. After that fiasco, we headed to our train and noticed tickets on the backs of all the seats. Turns out, in Europe (or this particular train line) you have to reserve a seat, and if you don't you have to run to one specific unreserved car and hustle for a seat. Luckily we found seats, but we cut it close.
Once we got to Wales, we were so thrilled. We got a cab and were excited to head to our hotel. Once we gave the (female) driver our address she told us that the hotel was "three hours away." And when we then asked her for ideas for things to do in the city she told us to "figure out what we were doing." Not nicely, may I add.
So basically, because this was the busiest day in Cardiff ever (a rugby game, cricket game, concert) all hotels were booked and the nearest one that was open was three hours away. Yea, maybe we should have confirmed the location of the hotel first...In any event we were in Cardiff and going to make the most of it.
I really wanted to go to the rugby game, but no one else did. So we walked around, got a feel for the city and then went to lunch at an Italian restaurant. Good food, and good drinks. We decided to have a little fun with the waiter and told him that up until four minutes ago we thought we were in Scotland. He got a laugh, but also thought we were serious. That became the running joke of the trip - "wait, we're not in scotland?" "i thought they spoke japanese in japan?!"
After our lunch we headed to the Cardiff Castle which was so much fun. It was so old and just so medieval. I really enjoyed seeing it. There were protests going on in the city that day and so a helicopter flew overhead and was saying something along the lines of "evacuate" and "disperse." Which, to us, we thought there was a bomb in the castle or something of that sort. Needless to say, we were freaked out until we asked one of the workers. They just mentioned the protests.
After the castle we headed around the city, wandered a bit, shopped, and then decided to just head back to London since there was no where to sleep. Overall, it was one of the best trips and some of the most fun I've had since being here in London.