Pat drops us off and says to call when we're done.
So, first order of business..
food.
We go into the cafe, and start searching their sandwich collection when the man behind the counter tells us that, if we're looking for food, there's a restaurant upstairs.
As we're making our way upstairs, i hear one of his coworkers ask-
"are you trying to give all our business to the restaurant?"
to which he replies-
"no, but they were hungry!"
So, upstairs.
the restaurant name, in english, is Vale Restaurant... and in welsh is Bwyty'r Fro...
so now we're affectionately calling it the Binty's 'Fro.
(kriz's fursona is a Binturong, Binty for short, and Bwyry'r kind of.. reminded me of that, and Fro. Well.
'fro.)
Anyway....
into the restaurant is a half-self serve, half assisted service sort of thing, where the only tables left are children's tables D: and it is otherwise full of old people D:
All the soda is the same price, but for some reason Pepsi only comes in 500ml bottles, whereas everything else (including diet pepsi) comes in 600ml bottles...
we both refuse to drink diet pepsi, and at one pound 25, the extra hundred millilitres is worth it, so we both instead get 7-up.
(also i just found out that the name of the museum in Cardiff is, fittingly, National Museum Cardiff, and the roman museum is National Roman legion museum)
.. anyway, we get 7-Up and then go to the meal bit, where we're kindly offered a tray by someone else in line, and then have to figure out what we want in terms of foods. Kriz gets two sausages (surprise surprise) with chips (re: fries) and i get a chicken-salad-mayo burger on what looks like the single most amazing bun in the world.
order... eat.
burger is.. alright. but there's so much lettuce i'm literally gagging..
so halfway through i take the rest out, and nom.
GOO`D.
NOMS.
YES.
ah.. then it's up to get more fries...
and i put a brownie on mine.
and for 2.50 that brownie was not worth it.
but the fries were.
mmm, then it's into the agricultural display, which, of all the things we saw, is i think what i took the most pictures of-
love looking at old tools and all that sort of thing~
and then into the wardrobe area, which would have been more fun if there was just a SMIDGE more light-
it was soooo hard to see most anything in there, and no flash photography allowed (bad for the cloth) so you only get to see the only, like.. five things that were in decent light....
then.. some general stuff-
Love spoons, harps, dragons, guitars..
mm, then it's out to the main part of the museum-
OUTSIDE.
we make a left to go see the chapel instead of a right to see the castle, to try to avoid the crowds... pretty enough, i think.. then it's down through a bunch of old houses and that sort of thing..
we make a right.
and on a sign there is the taxes for traveling along that house (i guess it was a gate back in the day) and then a VERY LONG PARAGRAPH (which i attempted to read aloud, much to kriz's dismay) that laid out all the things you were tax exempt for...
and kriz dragged me away saying "I GET IT D<" also. there was a man who does not know the difference between cabbage and rhubarb. "is this wild rhubarb?" he then pokes it with his stick and goes "no, maybe cabbage" for those who do not know, this is rhubarb (it doesn't grow in the wild, though the grounds do maintain little gardens that are appropriate to the time periods of the houses):
this is cabbage:
and then.
we saw our first sheep.
we've been in wales for two weeks now, just saw our first sheep that's actually in wales- the first one we saw was in bloody England D<
ehm... anyway. so i go to take a picture, kriz says NO. WE ARE GOING THIS WAY.
so we do.
he goes up a trail a bit and i hang behind (because my trail was better even if it did only lead to the actual trail where the kids were and a kiosk ALL ABOUT BIRDS) and took a picture of the fuckin' sheep.
kriz comes back down, whistles at me, and we both go up his trail...
trail ends, we make a right, trail ends in a CLEARING RAWRGH and we can't get out..
so we go back into the forest...
go back to the clearing to get to the actual trail...
cannot find the first trail from the second trail..
and eventually end up in entirely the wrong place via a small road cut in by a vehicle of some kind....
mmm, down that road, we then follow the sound of screaming children back to the actual museum land, and get to watch a water wheel.
and then.
ICE CREAM.
we end up back near the tax house and find the ice cream booth, which is adorned with perhaps the most frightening cow ever drawn, but which contains equally delicious ice cream which you cannot have because you are not at Saint fagans :3
also, on the way to the ice cream, we see pigs, which are not sheep.
ahm.. after this, i believe we actually go up to the castle itself, which is quite prettyful and overall very well maintained..
i personally rather like the water feature out in front of it- and the gardens are..
stunning, really .i got some fun pictures of the walls, too... (the walkways where people stand for defending purposes, you know? they've been overgrown with weeds, but still look -really- cool)
mmm, yes.
and then we go through the house part of the castle, which is complete with a spiral staircase and a SPOTLESS KITCHEN. the rest of the house is sort of dank and dark but damn, that kitchen O-o
outside again to a mini shop-town-thing which is quite fun to look at.. then it's back down to the museum proper, call up John to be picked up..
"Hello?"
"Hey- it's Kyla."
"Ah, yes, what can i do for you then?"
which amused me for some reason.
mmmmm then we wait.
Toilets are labeled as Tai Bach in welsh, btw (as i recall) and "out" is Allan. (Allan is seen most frequently in exit signs, as in Britain they put Way Out instead of Exit, usually, but i cannot remember the word that more or less means way)
mmm, then PEPSI and then waiting.
get back to the house to discover that the internet is back on (whoooooooo) and then dinner of chicken and RICE OMFG RICE.
hahahh~
we (or kriz, i guess) offer to do dishes, at which point pat sort of lights up ;3
and then kriz discovers my random ocd for clean dishes (if i am doing the dishes, they must be clean, but if i'm cleaning one dish, who the hell cares)
hhnyep, and then ... here we are :3
Edit: here's the pictures
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