Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Third sheep on the right and straight on til morning...

I hadn’t told any of my family that I was coming home on Thursday as it was my Mums birthday and I was planning to surprise her. I took the long journey from Cardiff to Swansea on the train, then the bus from Swansea to Llandeilo (passing through Ammanford, lots of lovely memories came floating back…). Dad picked me up from Llandeilo and finally we got home. Nothing at all had changed, still farmers arguing about Porta-cabins on their land, or their Sons cavorting with girls from the local town. All totally normal stuff. Mum was pretty surprised to see me, but I was even more surprised to find that it was actually her birthday the day before! We all had a nice chat and Mum asked to see my video of Canada – but, I explained that she couldn’t yet as it had to be er, edited, first!

So, like I said, usual stuff at. An Apple day on Saturday (don’t ask) and a game of football on TV (not nice to watch really). I was more interested in the opportunity to see Rugby again – Scarlets played Connaught on Saturday night. We played pretty awfully really. We stared well getting to 10-0 quite early on after a Dwayne Peel try. But, we started to slip in the sencond – and Connaught ended up sealing their win with a late penalty and try, ending the game at 29-21. Still, not all doom and gloom - Toulouse next! (ahem)

Today it’s Monday and I need to find a job, a uni course or something else to occupy myself as home has already begun to get on my nerves.

Friday, October 08, 2004

We will be shortly arriving in Cardiff central, sorry for the delay!

Woke up to see Ann and Jamie off to a Race they were running in later on today, then went back to sleep. Woke up again at about 1pm then packed all my stuff ready to go back home, as the bus wasn’t until 3pm I had a little dance around the flat (then got dressed – joke…). At 3pm I caught the Greyhound up to Montreal, I was shitting myself as I thought that I’d have the same trouble getting back into Canada as I did getting into the states. But no, the Canadian border patrol was fine – they were really nice and let me through with no problems at all. Great. On the bus were a Scottish girl and an American guy called Louis who provided the conversation all the way to Montreal and made the 2hrs 30mins fly by. Once I hit Montreal I was in a bit of a hurry as I had to get back to the hostel I was in to pick up a letter (Which wasn’t there in the end) then run back to the bus station (half hour walk) to catch a bus to Dorval airport and catch a plane to Gatwick at 11:20pm. This was all achieved luckily, I even had time to figure out which flight I was on (information I’d immediately forgotten after I booked it).

The flight to London was okay, everyone was British and it was kind of funny to hear the accents again. One extremely drunk guy (Sounded like Humprhey Bogart) had a go at the hostess because “We were 5 hours late” – don’t think anyone told about the time difference…. Nevermind. The pilot took great pleasure in telling us that the weather in Gatwick was “Grotty” several time during the flight. Was actually kind of looking forward to it!

Landed in London at about 10:30 GMT Monday morning in the drizzle. Legged it out of Gatwick, caught the stopping train (Ugh) to Reading then the lovely First Great Western from Reading up to Cardiff. Got off the train in Cardiff and decided to give my sister (In Haverfordwest) a call. Turned out she was also in Cardiff so we had a drink in Sams bar and I met her new boyfriend for the first time (I say new but she’s been with him since before Christmas last year). After that, went straight to the boys house off Richmond Road. Greggers, Jon, Bleddyn and Little Bowen were all in so off we went to the George…

I was a teeny bit exited about seeing the George again – all the changes that had been made, all the new staff and the new customers….! No, no changes, all the same people pretty much. But there were loads of new staff, will be fun getting to know them I’m sure! We landed on a table and quickly it had full up and there were about 15 of us piled round it – Good times. Just got drunk really, then onto the Students Union and to Bar Cuba for a few more – had one of the best nights I’ve had for ages!

Tues and Wed nights, just did the same thing. George – out somewhere else, dance, drink more and pass out. Steve (George employee) said to me “Oh yeah Chris, you havn’t met any of the new staff yet have you?” To which I replied “Well, you see that girl there? – I met her in Newquay 2 years ago, they had the tent opposite me for the entire summer” A small world indeed. Think I was in Jaks on Tues night and then in Lloyds on Wed. Had a few days of firsts, first Kebab in a while, first breakfast in the Sugar shaker on Thurs in a while and also first few days of getting up and drinking almost straight away in a while. My mother would be so proud!

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Remember me?

After staying with Marc in South Burlington for a few days I went to meet my friend Ann. I had met Ann on Fraser Island (Oz) about 3 years ago and had kind of stayed in touch over that period. As I was on the same continent, I decided to give her a shout! It was quite handy that she lived in the same place as Marc but to be honest, I probably would have travelled anywhere in the States to see her just for a fun trip.

We met up on Wednesday after she had finished work and went for a trip to a local Tavern named the ‘Vermont Pub’ – Nice. Was expecting more “NEW ICE COLD” Beers but found to my surprise a load of local brews from a Micro-brewery close by – Genius! We had a great chat catching up and all, we were also joined by a chap that had some rather funny theories on life, for example:-

George W Bush didn’t go to war with Iraq for Oil, weapons of mass destruction, or to stop Terrorism but because Saddam Hussein had discovered a portal to the lost city of Atlantis and America wanted their hands on it….

Interesting guy. We didn’t stay out too late as Ann had to get up in the morning to go for a run (What’s that? I asked.). I had a nice little place on the sofa where I slept that night, one of the nicer sofas that I’d slept on – kind of like sleeping in Jelly, I said. The last couple of days have been spent meeting Ann for lunch and wandering around Burlington, sleeping in various locations (Don’t think I’ve been eating right) I don’t usually sleep that much.

I’ve met a guy called Jamie, a cat called Cider and a few others that are friends of Ann’s. All seem to be a nice bunch, a bit of a novelty having a Welshman around I’m sure though. Went for a walk up a little mountain to see a sunset the other night – well, it would have been a walk but we were a bit too late so we ended up driving to the top and opening a few beers! My kind of “Walk”. Vermont looks a lot like Wales actually (the rural parts, not Newport or anything – imagine that….eugh) but the valleys are bigger and there are far more trees. All the leaves are starting to turn lovely autumny colours, the colours here are world famous (apparently) and people come to visit Vermont for all over. The people that come to visit are called “Tree Peepers” Which I thought sounded kind of Pervy….?

I’ve had the use of Ann’s Big red Jeep to drive around as and when I need to. That’s been fun as I can listen to my CD’s that I’ve bought for the first time that I’ve been over here whilst seeing (and almost hitting) what Americans really do.

Friday night has been the only night that I’ve got really drunk, Ann and myself BBQ’d up some grub and quickly nailed half a bottle of whiskey (yum) before a guy called Bradey turned up and then we tucked into more beers. Off out to a place (don’t remember the name…) in the middle of town. Was an alright place, a band were playing and the beer flowed even more. I let one of the servers take my credit card to set up a tab but luckily I don’t remember signing any money away – I’ll have to wait for the statement to come through.

Today I felt really rough, had a tasty hangover (again) and decided to have a nice lie in. Ann however got up and went for a run (!) at about 9am. Idiot. Had an Irish breakfast first thing in a Irish pub with two pints of Guinness (felt 100% better). Introduced Black pudding to one of Anns mates and then told him exactly what it was soon after – he pulled a funny face not surprisingly! Went to see “Sky Captain” in la Cinema, not entirely enjoyable but nicely put together. Also my hangover prevented me from thinking properly so it was a nice easy film to follow! Afterwards we went to a guy called Ryans house and cooked some food, then ate it, then went to bed. Finally.