Entering Wales and onto Bristol

Lying on the ferry, trying to get a couple minutes sleep before we have to walk around the ferry looking for a lift I realise I am having fun in my life. That is a good thing to realise. I feel that enjoyment is tantamount to living a good life. No point in doing good things and being a good person if your not enjoying yourself while doing it. I’m not saying I’m doing good things or I am a good person but someday i would would hope to fit into either of those categories.

So, I’m lying on the ferry, having a revelation and then I have to get up and start asking random strangers for a lift to wherever we are going.

Where were we going?

Borth…….yes I know, I had never heard of it before either. But that is where we would call home for a couple of nights. We started walking around talking to people asking them all where they were going, always getting strange looks and blunt answers in return. That is until we came across a nice old lady who asked me where I was going. I thought she was hitting on me so I replied with ‘anywhere you want, baby’. She was old, she didn’t hear me. Probably for the best.

She said they were going to Shrewsbury or somewhere but would be able to give us a lift on the way. We said fantastic and tried to figure out how to get our bags from the passenger bus to their vehicle before they left. It turned out to be a lot easier than we had thought it would be. Then came the surprise of the trip thus far.

It transpired that it was actually a bus load of old people we were getting a lift with. It was one of these old people tours that we were getting a lift. the only two seats left on the bus were not beside each other and i sat down the very back in the middle. On my right were a couple of old men, one nearing his 96th birthday and still had a good laugh and on the other side was a younger couple (by comparison) for whom it was their first trip.

In front of me lay a sea of grey hair and the gentle rustling of pre packed lunches emerging from bags. Going slowly down Welsh country roads I let this image settle in so I could savour it in the future. When we were let off the bus and I walked from the back to the doors, every row of elderly people said goodbye individually and it was as if a wave of elderly goodbyes were wishing us well. We had made their ride back a little more interesting and they had given us a lift most of the way. Aren’t symbiotic relationships great?

Getting the rest of the way to Borth was simple enough and only took us a few lifts. when we arrived I realised that it was a seaside village, the best type of villages in my opinion. We went for a gander at the beach and dipped our toes before we walked down the main (and only) street towards where we would be staying.

Our time in Borth was nice and relaxed and though we didn’t do much we had a great time. Cath, who we were staying with, was lovely and was great for a chat and there was always tea on offer. While we were staying there, there was also a group of about 8 staying with one of Cath’s flatmate and they all seemed to be into tantra. Strange but they could give good massages.

We went on a tea pub crawl of the town, visiting every pub along the way, all four. We also found a mills and boon book which we began to read and I have to admit was more captivating than I had expected. It was called ‘The Perfect Divorce’ but the story didn’t really interest me that much. I just wanted to see the sex scene really. It was a disappointment. But Borth sure wasn’t.

We decided to leave early on the Monday morning, catching a lift with one of the tantric fellows to just outside of Cardiff. We decided we would go there for lunch. We got let off by a park and had a sit for a while. We cut our nails.

On the way out of the city we got a bus to the outskirts and had to walk to where we thought there would be a good spot. We then played the waiting game. We lost. We started walking to find a better spot but none was forthcoming. We ended up standing by a roundabout demoralised. At one stage a car kept driving around the round about shouting at us. not nice people. But we were standing by a construction site and one of the builders said he would give us a lift to Bristol if we were still there when he got off. We were still there. He gave us a lift. I contacted Kat whom I was going to be staying with after I had been to Oxford and she said we could stay that night. With that sorted we could relax and try to make the most of every second.

We read more mills and boon and headed to Kats.