Pratting Around the World

snowdonia/beddgelert the champ dog

Hudson got me excited again – this time about a national park called Snowdonia. We had planned to drive then hike up Snowden, the highest mountain in Wales. Too bad is was pouring raining the entire time.

There was an ice cream truck halfway up the mountain. We felt bad for the poor ice cream man since it was shitting it down and freezing so we bought an ice cream. eating an ice cream in the rain is not the most fun thing, but the ice cream man was super chipper and said that it rains all the time and doesn’t really affect his business – who knew there were so many sympathy ice cream eaters out there??

Gelert dog, champ dog

The story goes………………

There was once a Welsh prince called Llywelyn the Great, and he was given a present by King John: Gelert the champ dog. One day, Llywelyn returned from a hunting trip to find his baby’s cradle overturned, the baby missing and the dog with blood around its mouth. Llywelyn, without a second thought, drew his sword and killed the dog. He then hears the cries of his baby which he finds, unharmed under the cradle next to a dead wolf which had been killed by Gelert. Llywelyn is overcome with remorse from what he has done and buries the dog in a great ceremony. After that day, Prince Llwelyn never smiled again.

black rock sands

Hudson had me excited about  Black Rock beach. when I stood in the caravan with my suit on, saying I was ready for the beach, Hudson started dying laughing. we did go to the beach, and even played around in the water, but it was pretty freezing and I definitely wore a sweater and jacket the whole time.

since black rock allows cars on the beach, I did get to do my first bit of driving without having to worry too much about the left-side thing (just had to watch out for beach-goers and try not to drive through cricket games).

(Dunkis loved crusing the beach for hot chicks.)

trailer park/happy times in wales

next stop – actually a caravan park in wales. (a very popular UK idea – not a single  wifebeater wearing, moonshine chugging billy bob in sight)

when Hudson told me we were going to a trailer park for fun, i was a little confused, but unlike most (all?) trailer parks in the states, this “caravan park” in wales was a lot classier… and maybe even fun. 

I told kelly a few things about wales. one being the fact that the welsh ‘like’ their sheep. kelly was determined to pet those cute fluffsters. but, these sheep were no mugs, they could spot a sheepshagger a mile off.