Waiting Before These Crowded Streets

Jordan and I

I like to think I filled it out pretty well...

The Stain

Cardiff the capital of Wales made for a fun weekend. Although, I have to say that I do have a bone to pick with this city. I'll get there in a bit.

We got in Friday, got to the hostel after a long train ride and eventually explored the city centre that evening before going to watch The Men Who Stare at Goats at the cinema. It was an excellent movie, one of the highlights of the weekend. Saturday we saw Cardiff's castle and then the bay and some fireworks that evening after the Brazil vs England football match. Sunday we went to the Welsh cultural museum which was fun, but transportation was an issue...

Here is the bone I have to pick with the city of Cardiff: the bus system was quite disappointing. We spent a lot of time waiting for buses over the weekend so I was kinda annoyed at that, but that would have been fine, no biggie. But today (Sunday) as we were trying to get back from the museum to the train station the bus simply did not come. The schedule said it should come, the museum said it should come, the travel info guy I called said it should come, it did not. We waited over an hour for the bus and then we ended up having to call a cab to get to the station on time. That's what kicked off a session of frenzied "Serenity Now!" cries in my head. Buses in Cardiff are like leftovers at Rosie O'Donnell's house, either extremely infrequent or nowhere to be found. Buses were harder to come by than a Whopper at McDonald's and we definitely were not having it our way with the bus system. And another thing about Cardiff's sub-par buses was that it was super hard to find your stop unless you were from there: no readerboards, no kind, soothing voice announcing the next stop, no well placed signage, nothing! Wales public transport was lacking. I won't say anymore now. On to the shame...

I spilled a full coffee on myself at Starbucks which really sucked. I had to walk around with a big stain on my inner thigh. I could feel people thinking to themselves, "That looks like urine, I think that guy peed himself! What useless menace to society...flaunting accepted societal norms! There's nothing worse than a public urinator!" It was also really windy so the damp denim wasn't very comfortable, but that wasn't the problem, the shame was...

Well, that's Cardiff for you, from one weekend there. I'll bet it's nice in the summer, it was rainy and windy most of our time there but I imagine it looks really nice in summertime. I've included some pictures. One of which I must explain I was a reluctant participant in. Katie and Jordan peer pressured me into putting on a dress circa 1900s from the dress up box at the Welsh museum. I don't know how the seams survived that ordeal to be honest. I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story. So, if ya don't know, now ya know...