Man, playing catch-up is the worst. Oh well. So my second day in Cardiff was actually a lot like my first, as it consisted of just kinda walking around, taking photos, being cool, etc. I spent the day with an Australian guy from the hostel, and it’s always great having someone to wander around with. We did a lap around the part of town north of downtown, seeing the city hall, castle, museum, other assorted stuff. The castle was open for visitors, but too expensive to actually visit. The museum was free, but closed on Mondays. Bummer. But a good walk and a fantastic amount of dragons on buildings.
Kinda went dragon-photo crazy today. City hall.
After that, we were both pretty famished, so we tried to get lunch. I like to say I’m not picky about where I eat, but any vegetarian who says that is lying about something. Anyhow, I hated doing it, but I kept vetoing restaurant after restaurant that we walked by, without giving a reason why. When we finally find a place, I get a veggie club, he gets a veggie burger, and we realize that we’d both been trying not to have to break the annoying vegetarian news to the other one. So that was fun. (The sandwich was awesome, though intense. Basically a grilled mushroom/cheese sandwich on top of a CLT, with two fried eggs on top.)
We walked down to the harbor also because, according to me, cool old buildings are always by the water. I don’t know where I got that idea, but it seems pretty silly in retrospect, especially given that the water around Cardiff is seemingly exclusively new construction. Very cool construction, but not old. A three pound boat trip around the harbor wasn’t a terrible idea, though in retrospect it seems a bit silly. It was warm that day though, so it was nice being on the water. Afterwards, we hiked back to the hostel, where loads of laundry & beer (Welsh Fubar, I think) waited for me, as well as a very very short nap before a very very early train ride.
The highlight of the walk was probably seeing a seagull successfully defend an entire chicken wing from maybe four other gulls, then, once the wing was protected, have no idea what to actually do with such a large dinner. Or maybe the highlight was the really drunk Welsh guy with the weird conspiracy theories / religious ideas who wouldn’t leave the bar. Or maybe the highlight was seeing a white V40. The highlight definitely was not swimming in the bay, because, despite it being really hot and despite really wanting to, I never actually did.
