We decided to skip the London Hype during New Years and took the train to Wales. When in doubt always go to the capital city, so Cardiff it was.
It only took us two hours and we had arrived. I love traveling by train, especially in the UK, because the country side is so beautiful with the rolling green hills and reminds me so of home. A proper Welsh pub is the first place we went to when we arrived. Neither John or I could distinguish wether the locals were speaking very bad English or Welsh. It is such a funny language. Sounded like German crossed with Russian crossed with Irish - if that makes any sense!
It was very cold and wet when we arrived so the comfort of a warm pub was in order!
Dinner at GBK
Welsh National War Memorial
Wales Millennium Centre
New Year's Eve
The weather was so wet and cold that we ended up seeking for shelter in pubs and restaurants quite regularly. Fortunately the rain stopped and we went strolling through the streets. There were carousels and market stalls everywhere. John even won a little Tigger for me!
This was a traditional Welsh dance (similar to our "Voortrekkers") which they were performing for live television. We had to cheer them on.
Happy New Year!!!