Showing posts with label Cardiff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cardiff. Show all posts

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Spanish Fiestas and Cardiff Part Two

Friday night I went out with my friend Molly and our Spanish friend, Patricia.  We were introduced to a huge group of Patricia's friends from Spain.  It was a blast!  It was really cool hanging out with this group that was all speaking a mix of Spanish, English, and Italian.  My spanish listening skills are definitely improving.

Ivan, Julia, and myself.
Yesterday Molly and I were up bright and early to meet our American and Australian friends to take a day trip to Cardiff.  There was a Six Nations rugby game going on in Cardiff so the streets were lined with Wales Rugby gear.  The city was packed with fans and vendors.  It was really a sight to behold!  It reminded me of WSU on game day when we have the Cougar Athletics people holding the signs coming into town welcoming people to Pullman, everyone's wandering around in Coug gear, and the energy is overwhelming.

Flag lined High Street the morning of the Six Nations game.
We spent most of the day wandering through Cardiff.  Eventually our large group split into two and ended up being led around by myself and another Taylor from Texas A & M--we are very similar in a lot of ways.  It was kind of like meeting my twin, but then my twin has the opposite personality as me.  Weird!--my group went to Bute Park which is right next to Cardiff Castle, then we found a pub and watched the last half of the rugby game.

Molly, the other Taylor, myself, and our friend Marina from France.
Cardiff is quickly becoming one my favorite cities.  There is lots to do, but it's not terribly spread out, so it's easy to get around.  The castle and the art museum were surprisingly fun the second time around.  It was also nice to spend some quality time with my fellow Americans.  We love all of our Australians too though!  We came back in the evening, all tuckered out from a busy day.  It was a blast!  More trips are already being planned for the future.

As usual, be sure to check out the photos page for more pictures--there are lots of them--and keep an eye on my page because there is much more to come!



Saturday, January 25, 2014

First Impressions

I made a list of my initial reactions and random thoughts I had during my journey to the Wales.

1.  We have to wear full seat belts on the RailAir bus from London-Heathrow to Reading.

2.  Wishing I had not left my sunglasses at home for Dad to ship me in a few weeks, because it was  bright, sunny, and cold when I arrived.

3.  Airplane food is awful.

4.  Queuing is apparently a big deal--just because you don't see the line doesn't mean you can assume there isn't one.

5.  Driving/riding on the wrong side of the road is terrifying!

6.  I have officially pulled an all-nighter plus about four hours.

7.  Buses have wifi?!?

8.  My mental voice has somehow morphed into a strange Southern/British hybrid.

9.  There is no easy way to get from Heathrow Terminal 4 to the Central Bus Terminal...I tried to find an easier way and failed.

10.  People actually wear those? (referring to the high heeled wedge sneakers Nike has been pushing on the normal population the past few years)

11.  The British really like their traffic circles.

12.  That is the biggest piece of fish I have ever seen!  (Someone sitting at a nearby table ordered fish and chips.  The piece of fish was literally a foot long.)

12.  Everyone is so polite!  It's great, but I'm beginning to wonder if my good manners are up to par.

13.  How does Subway not have yellow mustard?

14.  Yeah, I could definitely sleep on a train (it was 5 am PST and my jet lag was starting to set in.)

15.  Chicken Bacon & Welsh Cheese Panini for dinner? Yes, please!

16.  I'm officially a fan of art galleries--particularly impressionists and Alfred Sisley.

17.  Everyone in Wales is so friendly!

18.  The whole "Arcade" layout of the shopping centers is really cool!  It's like being able to shop outdoors minus the rain and wind.

19.  UK Public transportation is not sketchy.

20.  Apparently, the sunshine was a fluke...normal Wales weather is very wet.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Cardiff Castle & Mermaid Quay at Swansea Bay

I woke up at an ungodly hour on Tuesday morning, about 3:00 a.m. Cardiff time.  Jet lag at its worst. I took some time to have my first British--excuse me, Welsh--cup of tea, and update the blog.

The lovely spread offered by the Maldron Hotel Best Western Plus.

Tea it is!
The options:  Nescafe instant coffee, Tetley tea,
or freeze dried coffee.
I settled on the tea, since instant or freeze dried coffee did not sound appealing to me.  The tea was interesting...it tasted like normal black tea, but was thick like coffee.  I'm used to drinking Twinings Breakfast Tea back home, which tastes thin, like I thought normal tea does, but this seems to be the popular brand in Cardiff.

I went down for breakfast at eight since Cardiff Castle didn't open until 9 am.  I jumped right in and had a full English Breakfast:  eggs, sausage, baked beans, and toast.  It also included mushrooms and tomatoes, but I couldn't bring myself to eat either one of those for breakfast.  I have decided that the English breakfast is not for me.  I'll stick to my yogurt and coffee, thank you very much.


I walked down the street to Cardiff Castle, which turned out to be spectacular.  It amazes me, the historic architecture here is so seamlessly intertwined with the modern buildings.  There in the middle of the largest city in Wales sits this enormous Roman Fort, that was then taken over by the Norse, and later inhabited by a member of one of the most famous families in the UK, the Stuart family of Scotland, as in Mary Stuart Queen of Scots.  This area is surrounded by shopping centers, office buildings, apartments, and the City Hall. 


The picture to the right is the wall built by the Romans.  There are only a few parts that were left standing and since then have been repaired.  The wall is complete with walkways, guard towers, and treacherous spiral staircases.  I was told by the guide the Romans used this area as a training facility for their soldiers.  You can actually take a set of stairs and walk the wall, but I didn't have time.  
When the Norse took over, they came in and built this fort.  It is surrounded by a moat, which can be seen in the following picture's foreground.  I hiked up about one hundred stairs to climb to the very top of the tower.  I could see for miles.  From that perspective you can really see the clash between the old and the new in this historic city.  There are pictures on my photos page that I took from the top of the tour.  That skyline is filled with beautiful, old buildings, right beside huge modern structures like Millennium Stadium.

Cardiff Castle was built after the Norse left that the land and its buildings was bequeathed to Scottish nobility, the Marquess of the Isle of Bute.  His family was related to the Stuarts, as I mentioned above.  The third Marquess of Bute was said to be the richest infant in the kingdom.  His father passed when he was just six months old, leaving him with the current equivalent of 15 million GBP.  This castle, one of eleven homes owned, was only a summer home for the current Marquess and his family.  For generations it was solely used for six weeks out of the year.  In the 1940's it was given to the people of Wales, and is still in use today for tours and state events.


I took a lovely house tour of the castle.  The pictures can be found via the link to my photos.  My favorite room was the library.  



Next on my list was a double decker bus tour of Cardiff.  It was very informational.  We passed a clock that is attached to the city hall that is known as the "Big Ben of Wales".

Welsh Big Ben

City Sightseeing Bus 
The tour continued down to Cardiff Bay, which was once the largest coal shipping port in the world.  Today it has been turned into a shopping and dining area known as Mermaid Quay (pronounced "key" not quay like quail).  I ate lunch there at a little Turkish restaurant.  I had hummus and a lamb meatball wrap.  That's another thing I find very interesting about the metropolitan scene here.  There is so much diversity in an empire that once sought to bring English way of life to the four corners of the world.  London is known to have some of the best ethnic food in the world, but Cardiff's selection was not shabby at all.




My last stop was a backstage tour of the Wales Millennium Centre.  It is the largest performing arts center in Wales, with a stage size bigger than all but one stage in the UK.  It was built with only Welsh materials, and modeled after the hull of a ship.  The front, coppery looking part has two different poems, one in English and one in Welsh.  The first, in Welsh, reads:  "Creating truth, like glass, in the furnace of inspiration".  The second, in English, reads:  "In these stones horizons sing".  The Millennium Centre is also the home of the Wales National Opera and the BBC Wales Orchestra.

Wales Millennium Centre aka a Doctor Who Filming Location

I really like this building.  There is something very powerful about it.  It's very modern in its design and sustainability, but the design inspiration goes back to the very roots of Cardiff Bay, the shipping and steel industry.  The architects stayed true to the essence of Wales by incorporating art works by Welsh artists and poets into the design.  I learned on my tour they also have the longest working reception desk in the world.

I loved my first day in Cardiff.  I felt an immediate connection to this city.  It's funny how some places tend to click better than others.

More adventures in Cardiff in my next post, and new photos on the page!  Check them out!


Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Traveling Continued

A chill of excitement ran through me when I saw Big Ben and the London Eye for the first time.  My flight landed smoothly, and I was off the plane and down the jetway before I could blink an eye.

Immigrations and customs turned out to be rather easy to get through.  Luckily, I had all of my papers in order, and there were no other problems.  It had been smooth sailing the whole trip, that was until I got lost trying to find the bus terminal.  If I can make it through Atlanta airport by myself with time to spare, I can take on anything.  Come at me Heathrow!  Well, maybe I shouldn't have been so sure of myself...it's bad enough when you get lost prior to asking directions, but there is a very special kind of embarrassment involved when you get lost after you receive directions.  I'm still not totally sure how I got so turned around.  Somehow, I managed to lug my overstuffed luggage around in circles for about twenty minutes before I pushed my pride down far enough to stop and ask for directions, again.  The second time I managed to get headed in the right direction.  After wandering down a few lonely corridors, past a rather sketchy looking freight elevator, and through the Heathrow Underground station, I finally found the bus terminal.

My next adventure was figuring out how to get on the bus.  Yes, I am very aware how dumb that makes me sound, but I'm telling you, it's a lot harder than it looks.  My bus was parked outside in the terminal.  I found it with no trouble.  The buses were parked under an awning type structure with a fence blocking the waiting area from the boarding area.  I walked down to the end of the fence where the security guard was standing near the only visible opening in the fence.  I asked him to confirm which bus stand my RailAir bus was parked in, and he pointed me in the right direction.  Like any independent young woman, I took off in the direction of my bus ready to begin the next leg of my trip.  I marched right up to the front of my bus, only to find that my driver was nowhere in sight.  I looked around and saw the other drivers hovering near their buses.  I guess I'll wait.  A few minutes later I see my bus driver coming towards me, then I see the gate (I didn't see only moments before) being opened by what looked like my fellow passengers.  Here I am standing past the barriers, literally in front of my bus, watching the lady and gentlemen that were very obviously supposed to be first people boarding the bus.  Oh my gosh, I jumped the queue... Yep boys and girls, I broke the cardinal rule of British manners, I jumped to the front of the line.  In my defense, it was totally on accident.  I waited for the lady to board the bus, but the man behind her ushered me ahead of him.  He was very nice about it, but I'm sure he was thinking all sorts of lovely thoughts about stupid foreigners who have no concept of waiting in line...or at least, that's what I imagined he was thinking as he shook his head and let me pass.

I boarded the bus, bruised ego and all, to be pleasantly surprised by the cushy leather seats, free wifi, and full seat belts (which we were required by law to wear).  The ride wasn't bad, but getting used to riding on the wrong side of the road was a little terrifying at first.  After I survived what I perceived as several near death experiences (in all honesty, they probably were not as bad as they seemed, but I was a little concerned we could potentially run over the very tiny British cars) I began to relax and enjoy the country side.

We arrived in Reading, where I grabbed lunch at Subway (yay American food) and caught the train to Cardiff.  I really enjoyed the train ride.  My train had entertainment centers on the backs of all the headrests, like they have on the big airplanes.  It was a quiet ride.  I struggled to stay away.  The twenty six hours I had managed to stay awake was finally catching up to me.  Terrified of sleeping through my final stop, I kept busy until we arrived in Cardiff.  My hotel is literally a block and a half from the train station so I just walked over and checked into the Maldron Hotel.  It's an independent branch of the Best Western Branch.  I crashed shortly after I got in, my first adventure concluded.

The view from my hotel room.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Packed and Ready to Go

My bed in the pre-packing stage.

All of the packing advice I've read on the internet said to lay out everything that I wanted to pack, and then take half...I have to admit, it is a lot harder than it looks!

Those of you who know me know how attached I am to my wardrobe.  Style is my favorite medium of self expression, and I take it very seriously.  Packing for six months with only a carry on suitcase and a Vera Bradley duffel bag is any fashion-focused girl's nightmare.  I ended up packing my duffel and suitcase once, only to find out the items I had planned to put in my backpack weren't going to fit. So after completely re-packing all three bags, and sacrificing a few items to either stay home or be shipped later, I finally zipped up my bags and am ready to go.

The final result.

It's been a busy week, but it's gone by in a flash.  I can't believe I'm leaving for Wales in the morning!  Time has flown by.  It seems like just yesterday that I was still summer, and I was daydreaming about jetting off to the United Kingdom. 

It was harder than I expected to have to say all of my goodbyes, but my Dad pointed out that its more of a "see you in six months" than a real "farewell."  It was kind of sad, but I know that I have it much easier than the kids before did.  I've set up Skype dates and phone calls that will definitely help me keep up with all of the happenings back home.

Despite my slight nervousness, I am so excited that my adventure is finally here!  Next stop Cardiff!