The details are growing vague. With travel, catch up blogging and flopping into my home country--catching up with friends and family, relaxing and looking for work--this post is about an adventure I now had practically two months ago. The recollection won't be so detailed.
After making it back into England via the Eurostar, I met up with my friends at the house I had been living in London. They'd arrived the day before from Australia. Maree was back for round two of adventuring having a few months back home with family and she'd brought her friend, Katie, along for the adventure. They were beginning a four month stampede around the UK and Europe and I was spending my final week with them. That weekend was a relaxed, chilled weekend with Maree and Katie adjusting to the new timezone and me organizing some of my stuff, repacking for the UK week and doing some job search stuff.
Saturday night I met up with my friends from round London for a final hoorah before I nicked off home. We went to Evans and Peel Detective Agency. In 1920s/30s style the hidden pub was a fun and quirky place for a drink. I buzzed and said I had an appointment and we were let in and filed down the stairs to a little office. There the secretary asked why we'd come and, having read about the pub and its entry process, replied that I had the feeling that something or someone was following me lately (my visa being up) and that I'd brought witnesses with me. She then asked each one of my witnesses to share their information and each one gave some minor description...except Prue who started spouting Gruffalo features. Ha ha. I think I was the only one who got it. The secretary said she was glad we'd come and said if we'd just like to go in a take a seat and have a drink she'd fetch the sketch artist. Would have liked to have seen that sketch. She pulled a book and the book case swung open revealing the bar. It was all done up in the same era and had a really cool atmosphere with my kind of music playing. We were led to a table that had old theatre seats along each side. We spent the evening chatting and trying the different cocktails. There'd been some rave about the cocktails but I think everyone there found them to be decidedly strong and not so wonderful. The idea and atmosphere was great but the menu was a bit of a let-down. They had quite a selection of drinks but of the four or five that I tasted I didn't particularly like any of them. It was good to hang out with lovely people I'd shared some of my UK years with though.
Come Monday morning Maree, Katie and I were backpacked up and riding the train north. The further north we went the whiter it seemed to get. London was cold and it had even snowed but it hadn't settled.
With a bit of ticket drama coz Maree lost her ticket just after I gave it to her (thankfully I had the purchase printout with me which helped) we made it to Chester on the trains we'd booked seats on. We then had some rental car drama since the rental place where I'd booked the car hire wouldn't hire it out to us without the pink slip that goes along with the British licence (I'd forgotten about that) and proof of address like a bill or something. I no longer had an address in England AND I was a live-in and never paid bills so I could in no way prove this. Frustration. We went across the road to another place but being Easter weekend there was nothing available. In the end we tried Hertz which was a short walk away and they were able to rent us a four wheel drive for only a little more than we were going to pay for a small cheapo at the original place. Phew! The main point in going to Chester was so we could spend the next day driving around the top of Wales so this haziness of our plans came clear again.
Friday was a lovely sunny day, still cold but sightseeing is much more pleasurable when the sun shines. Driving west of Chester we were almost instantaneously in Wales and then arriving at our first destination--Llandudno. We parked and wandered into town and found a coffee shop chain for an average cuppa. We stopped by the tourist information centre for a while before just doing our own bit of wandering down to the pier and along the shore before we got too cold and just decided to get in the car and go driving again.
We went on to Conwy and wandered along the fortified walls and had a look at the castle from the outside. As we made our way down to the bridge for some good castle shots we passed by some knights and such. They were filming a little sword fight. After our photo stop we went back toward the castle and there was a little square that was dressed medieval where the knights now were. There was also a display of live hunting birds. Then we got back in the car and headed on to Llanberis. Mount Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales, is nearby and there's a train that takes you to the top. The thought of the view from there was enticing but we were all disappointed to find out that the train was closed because of snow and ice. We looked around the tourist shop at the station and I bought some little dragons for my two new nieces I was soon to meet. We thought about going on the other train that was working though we just missed one and would have to wait an hour. It just went part way around the lake and back. So we went walking instead. We found a track that led us up beside the railway and kept going until we reached the waterfalls the sign had declared was this way. The scenery along the way was quite beautiful. The chill and the sunshine gave it a fresh glory, sharp and raw. Heading back to the car we decided to move on. There was another place I'd looked up to visit. Another bit of namesake. We stopped in Beddgelert and Maree and Katie were instantly turning toward the cafes and I had to convince them to come with me to find the spot I was looking for. The grave of Gelert. I've heard the tale before and it's not quite certain that it's true. It's a bittersweet story about a faithful dog called Gelert. You can read the story for yourself here. We also met an old man scooting along his dog for a walk, oldie-scooter style. He stopped to chat with us. It was Good Friday and he said he'd been up since 5am making 250 hot cross buns to hand out. Pity we'd come here late in the day. He had a good old yarn with us. We then made for the cafe and had our afternoon tea and scones that was wonderfully satisfactory. Then back in the car for a long, adventure across the mountain tops toward Chester. At another time of year I suspect it would be quite a pleasant drive and even when we did it the view was splendid. However, being so much snow around, and that it had crept onto the road and partly taken over the lanes, left us with one car-width track down the centre most of the time to drive along. It did get interesting when we met another car coming the other direction. There was a couple of adrenaline rushes. Eventually I pulled in at a pub because I needed a toilet break. But it didn't wake me up enough and so Maree drove the rest of the way.
Saturday Maree was not feeling the best and decided she just needed to chill so Katie and I went venturing into another part of England. We didn't have a plan. We pretty much just picked a direction and drove. I think we actually selected somewhere on the sat nav. I like the idea of being spontaneous but it's a bit hit and miss. You may find something spectacular and have a fascinating adventure or you may just wander aimlessly just filling in time. We did more of the latter. I don't even remember exactly where we went. Just south east of Chester. We chose one little town to stop at but there was pretty much nothing there so we went to another. We found a tourist info centre and chatted with the lady there for a while and decided to try a nearby hill that might have nice views. We stopped in at Kelly's Bakery--just coz. But the selection was poor and neither was it that great in quality. We found the hill and started driving up it but it was as bothersome with snow as the drive across the mountaintops the day before. Only a little more residential. We couldn't see what the lady was talking about with getting to the top so we just took some photos by the road side and headed back to Chester. We had to get the car back by early afternoon anyway. That evening we went round the corner to a comedy club and were able to get tickets for that night's show. I've never been to a comedy club to see live comedy acts before. I'm usually a bit hesitant when it comes to comedians. Unless you know what they are like. Some are just completely vulgar and call it humour. We saw three comedians I think it was. One was a bit below par in my books but the other two weren't bad and they definitely drew some laughs out of me.
Sunday was Easter Sunday and while Maree chilled again so Katie and I walked into town for a tour of Chester. About as interesting as a lot of town tours I've taken and not so delightful when you're cold. Chester's hub is pretty to see though with all it's interesting, old-style architecture complete with wonkiness. Maree met us in town for lunch and we ate a delicious Italian meal. We then went easter egg hunting which was quite difficult. We managed to find one little store that was open and had some form of chocolate egg. We walked the streets a little longer and then back to our hostel where I packed my bags and wished them well on the rest of their journey. As for me, I headed to the train station, my UK adventure about to wrap up.