Did I tell you guys that my dream job was actually to make trailers for fantastic films. I never went to film school and no one really thought I could get there. Also, I've historically been trusted with a still camera, but never with a video camera. At a friend's party a very long ago, I landed up filming the entire thing on some special mute feature, when the party had people singing for her. Apart from that, in general excitement, I can never take a video without moving around too much, making any video look like there was a mini earthquake. Recently, I learnt that its best to keep my mouth shut when I'm filming so as to actually catch what the person behind the camera is saying. So much for film making skills.
Anyway, I have just done something that I cannot believe myself. Not only have I filmed something, I have edited it too. Shot with my all new Flip camera (Mino HD), I managed to put together this silly video of my trip to Wales. Check out Tales from Wales - The Flip(Side) Story -
If you like it enough, and you want to win yourself one of these cool Flip HD cameras, drop in a cool comment here. . If I can shoot with this camera, the chances are you'll probably be nominated in some short film awards. Try your luck!
Exception - When I travel with Visit Britain, uh-hmmmm.....3 course meals is the bare minimum.
The norm - The best way to go from point A to point B is the cheapest way, whether its a bus, a train or good ole walking.
The exception - Coach service with a Private Guide 'Steve Griffin' (Naaah.. he is not from Family Guy... he is funnier)
The norm - I stay in places like Flying Pigs and Three Ducks
Exception - Hotel names which have Castle, Manor et all with fluffy pillows and wake up calls
The norm - I drink tap water and cheap beer
Exception - Cheap beer remains.. but, in came expensive Wine too (though holding a glass has never been my style)
The norm - I pay to enter castles and museums
The exception - Visit Wales requests that Aparna Shekar Roy, a freelance journalist be allowed to enter all sights for no fee. Wooo hoo!
I could get used to this! If any of you want to send me on a travel blogging trip, I wouldn't mind.
Someone once said that you haven't really experienced a place till you get your hands dirty. Well, I took that pretty literally. Very very close to the Snowdonia region of Wales, up a winding mountain road and behind a slate mine, is a tiny little home factory that makes Sheep Poo Paper. If using your hands to mix pressure cooked, washed, dried and beaten to pulp sheep dung is not getting your hands dirty, I wonder what is.
Started about 5 years ago by 2 friends Lez and Lawrence, Sheep Poo Paper is a well thought out eco-business, that turns waste into something very useful - paper. Every sheep poos something like 1 kg of poo per day and with 4 sheep to every person in Wales, that's 12 million sheep and that makes it 12 million kgs of poo per day. That's 12000 tonnes of sheep poo. You need 5 tons of poo to make 1 ton of paper. Do the math! If everyone had a little Sheep Poo Paper company in their farm, everything that comes out Wales could be recycled documentation. Phenomenal!
Sheep Poo paper is not the first ones to make paper out of poo. There is Roo poo in Australia, that makes paper out of Kangaroo Poo. There is elephant poo paper in Thailand. Now, what do you think we could do with the amoung of Cow dung in India? We could even call it Bull shit paper.
Anyway, the paper making process is pretty simple. You can even do it in your kitchen. Here are the seven sacred steps to make paper out of poo -
1. Pressure cook the poo. It is important to make sure your cooker works well. With dal or rice hitting the roof, its ok. Not with shit.
2. Put them in pillow cases and wash them. You may just want to throw that pillow case away, or offer it to nasty guests.
3. Squeeze them dry. By now, you would have gotten used to the fact that you are handling shit. So, you'll be comfortable removing it from the pillowcase.(Check out some of the dried stuff stored for later)
4. Beat it up in a mixie along with other paper you want to recycle (back paper apparently works best). So, imagine this setting - ICICI bank has a backyard with cows and all the dung is mixed with those credit card forms that they make us fill to produce recycled paper, that is then redirected to make more forms. It captures what I think of bank documentation.
5. Make a tray with a wooden frame and a muslin cloth base. To begin, don't go for chart paaper size. Try with A 4 or less. Place the tray in a flat tub of water.
6. Pour out the pressure cooked, washed, dried, blended poo into the tray till it forms a thin layer. Get your hands dirty and even it out till you feel the entire layer is smooth.
7. Now, pull out the tray from the water really slowly till all the water drains away. What you have is a wet paper sheet. Leave it to dry with the tray and you would have landed up making your very first sheet of poo paper. If it didn't work out, you have just made your own manure for your plants.
And since we don't have that many sheep in India, I have assumed the above process with Cow dung. If any animal eats too much green grass, the colour of the paper doesn't turn out too well.So, its preferable its a hay eating cow. Likewise for meat eating animals. Paper is best made out of herbivorous animals. That got someone thinking about using 'Vegetarian's' poo. Never mind.
Some more curious facts about Sheep Poo Paper, that you may want to know -
a) Gordon Ramsey had two sheep and he invited Sheep Poo Paper guys to make paper from the poo. He used the paper to make menu cards for his restaurant. Food and poo paper on the table, not something you would have ever imagined.
b) Sheep Poo Paper may get into some brand extensions with Horse poo paper and if the Queen agrees, it may even be Royal Horse Poo Paper.
c) The hottest selling product of Sheep Poo Paper is the Air-Freshners that they make. Can it get more ironic? Air-Freshners made out of Poo. Not kidding.
Now from the poo to where it comes from, the sheep. Being the last day in Wales, before I head back to busy London, it was nice to breathe the countryside air and run around with the sheep. Here is a really short video of a new event they are planning to invent in Wales. It may not be as popular as the Pampalona 'Running of the Bulls', but it has a countryside charm to it. Check out 'Running of the Sheep' here...
Before I sign out of Wales, here is a request to all my readers to answer this question - "If someone gives you shit, what would you do with it?' The most innovative answer gets a ''Black sheep' Poo paper postcard from me.
I jumped off the cliff and survived. After all the tom-tomming I did in my previous post 'Go jump' and the wonderful advice I got from all of you, I managed it. And by the way, the most innovative survival tip wasn't actually a survival tip but a joke that someone sent me the day before. It came as an email from someone who had found my blog on Blog Adda. And this is how it goes - A man is running along and falls off a cliff - I don't know why he falls off a cliff, he just does, OK? As he's falling he manages to grab onto a tree about 15 feet down, growing out from the side of the cliff. Now he's hanging there and he looks down and sees this 200 feet drop below him, but he knows he's only 15 feet from the top of cliff. Looking up he cries out for help, "Is there anybody up there?" Much to his surprise he is heard. A voice replies which can only be that of the lord (the reverb has been turned up and there's too much bass), "Let... go..." The man looks down at the 200 feet drop, and then looking up once more, cries out, "Is there anybody else up there?"
Without further chit chat, check out the crazy jump here on VisitBritainTV -
All these years, I thought that just living life on the edge was good enough. Its only when you leap of the edge do you truly understand the meaning of great. Or, should I say life. Yesterday's experience has been nothing short of exhilirating. We were out coasteering and cliff jumping in the Pembrokeshire region of Wales. Guided brilliantly by Preseli Venture who have more than 21 years of experience in this field, trust was never an issue. Afterall, basic human psyche of self preservation never lets you jump from a height. It's with the guidance of John and Libby that most of us managed to take that giant leap of faith.
Put some of the craziest things together - rock climbing in sea-cliffs, diving or jumping from a significant height, swimming in swirling waters (cold most of the time) and there, you got Coasteering. I was thrilled with the climbing part and the swimming part. Just that the only way to come down from that height was to jump and that did not particularly appease me. Apart from that, you also get to swim through caves, as waves toss you around, the feeling very similar to being in a washing machine. All in all, you better like the land, you better love the sea and you better be ok flying between the two for a few seconds.
I know that sounds scary. But, I forgot to mention the most difficult task of Coasteering. Try putting on the wet suit, wet suit socks, trainers, extra padding wet suit tights like thing on top, crash helmet and buoyancy jacket using the wiggle and jump method and its the toughest warm up of your life. If you can do that, you can easily jump. Trust me on this.
Once you are all dressed up for the occassion, there is no more preparation that is required. Just follow the tips given below along with pictorial references to get you through a fantastic Coasteering experience.
Step 1 - It's all about leaving the coast and getting into the water. Scramble along the rocks as waves crash towards you. Take the Sumo wrestler position to battle the waves. Do not get paralysed when you see the huge waves and the small cave. You are wearing a Buoyancy jacket and you will float. Just practice Ninja kicks against the rock walls so that you can kick yourself away from the wall instead of crashing on it. Screaming is aloud as long as its with excitement.
Step 2 - Get to the point where your instructor asks you to leave the water and start climbing. You may just feel like Cliffhanger a couple of times. Your hands may be stung by the barnacles in the rock. (Billions of white blistering barnacles indeed). But, keep going on. There is only one way and that is upwards. Don't think about how you will be getting down.
Step 3 - Don't spend too much time on the edge like me thinking about life. I completely understand if you feel the same thing I did, which is - Mind says ok, Body says No, Feet say No bloody way. Just don't think. Count till three and jump. You can look like a chicken or a trapeze artist when you are jumping, but when you land, make it as straight as you can with your arms in attention position. Sing your national anthem if you want. (check out my attention position when I hit the water)
Step 5 - If you are in for the washing machine experience, get into the deadend cave with all your buddies and get tossed around like you are in a water roller coaster for a few minutes. When you are tired and craving for Welsh soup, start signalling to your instructors.
And, last but not the least, ensure that the guy who you assign to take the video does it well the first time around. You clearly don't want to jump a second time. A mightly big thanks to Steve, our genius guide turned pro camera man.
I dedicate this post to the brave cliff jumpers of Australasia, the adventurous bloggers of the Great Welsh Showdown - Yuko from Japan, Aries from Hong Kong, Dongu from Korea, Anthony from Australia, Nellie, Daphne and Lorraine from Singapore.
Reached Pembrokeshire last night and stayed at this beautiful House hotel... like a lovely manor. Before people want to kill you, they are usually nice to you.
Heading to a small town in the West coast of Wales and will be Coasteering. I know it involves wearing the right gear, rock climbing et all. Not worried. Then, it involves jumping off a cliff into swirling waters.
I was checking with the bartenders at the hotel where I was staying which sea it was. They gave me good news - It is the Irish sea. Well, if I get thrown around a bit and get washed away, my only hope is that Gerard Butler is somewhere out there.
With ridiculous hopes and eternal stupididy of the troubled mind, I head to do the craziest thing I would have done till date. Maybe, I can become a stunt woman in Bollywood when I am back.
Watch this space for more! And if there isn't any more, then you know either Gerard found me or I've turned into a mermaid.
Leaving Cardiff at half past eight this morning, the drive to Swansea throught the country side was beautiful. Swansea is nestled in the Gower Region, the first place in the UK to be designated as a place of Outstanding natural beauty. Having spent the day wandering around, I can certify it is.
So, getting back to the drive from Cardiff to Swansea, Steve Griffin, a fantastic blue badge guide who runs Griffin Guiding has been with us since we reached wales, driving us around and showing us around. I decided to ride in the front with him, after listening to some of the quirky and off-beat facts he knows about Wales. While most people would notice the cows and the sheeps and the beautiful grass during the drive, I spotted the little town where Anthony Hopkins was born. Yes, he is Welsh. Did you know that? Thank you Steve for educating me about the Hollywood trail, Big Cheese Festival, Welsh architecture and the Tata Steel plant in Wales.
Here is Steve, completely alert (without a Red Bull)...
Reaching Swansea, we spent an hour looking through the Gower Heritage Centre, which captures the beautiful history of mills in the area, from the Norman times. With water powered milling et all showcased in the litte miller's cottage, this is as quaint as it can get. The oak used in the renovation of this little mill was from a tree, that got blown away by the storm in1989. Transported back into time. From the corn and wood mill, we got a little tour of the wool centre, where they still kept the traditional weaving tools and the handloom ones as well. The entire place looks like a blast from the past. Check out the little store out front for curios from the region.
So, without any further adieu, I'll come straight to the challenges of Day 2 of the Great Welsh Showdown. Surving in the Wild. Training under the wonderful instructors Andy and Rick from Dryad Bushcraft, we spent the day in the woods of the Gower region, learning how to survive in the wild. When you think of survival, you think of 3 things - Food, Shelter and Clothing. Unless a big bad wolf ran away with your clothes when you were skinny dipping in the middle of nowhere, I'm hoping clothing would not be an issue. So, lets get to the basics. Food and Shelter.
With very little domestic skills and the inability to differentiate between the 6 or more types of dals (pulses that exist in Indian cuisine), though they are shape and colour coded, imagine me trying to find an edible leaf in a forest. Bloody clueless. Rick shared with us a couple of plants - Rosebay Willowherb or common name Fireweed, Meadowsweet, Nettle, Willow et all. Now, if you ask me which one is used to make tea and which one is a great antiseptic, I would have to toss a coin.
The point is if you are lost in the woods and can't figure out which leaf to eat, hunt for berries :)
Hold on. I remember one more thing. Willow is the same one used to make cricket bats. And, incidentally, you can crush the Willow leaves and make some medicine for headaches. Do you see the connection. Cricket and Headaches. Cricket and Headaches. I shall not exaggerate.
So, apart from eating, lets talk about 1 more interesting way in which these plants can help you survive. Imagine you are lost in the woods, or even better, you have been kidnapped by some naxals.. for simplicity, you are Aishwarya Rai kidnapped by Achishek Bachchan in Raavan and you are already pained by the bad sound track "beera... beera.. beera...". If you were her, what woud you have done? Go look for the Nettle plant and remove the tiny branches and the leaves. Once you have the stem with you, you need to punchture the nodes of the stem till its completely flat and flexible. Then, you peel out the layers till you have nothing but amazing nettle fibre. Now, you start weaving rope out of this. Andy, our instructor had woven a rope out of the Nettle plant and hung on a cliff (I think). He was featured on History Channel doing that. It took him a week. Had Aishwarya Rai done the same thing instead of stupidly diving from the cliff and landing on a tree, she could have escaped and the movie would have ended, for our benefit.
Worst case, she got tired weaving, she could have stopped at Friendship bands and sweet talked the other gundas into letting her go. Either way, learn to weave before you hit the woods.
Check out Andy teaching us how to make Friendship bands :)
After all these superb tips from me, I am pretty sure you have no idea which plant to eat in the wild. My only advice is - Go find a rabbit. (PETA and any other hunting boardz, forgive me)
Seriously, apart from food, it's really important that you know how to start a fire. Especially, for someone like me, I amsure I would have packed 1 kilo of coffee powder and forgotten my fleece. Starting a fire helps with both - making a good cup of coffee or tea or whatever and keeping yourself warm. Unless ofcourse you have a serial smoker with you, the chances you would have a lighter is minimum. Anyway, its always good to know the techniques people used in the goold ole days. There are several techniques, but my favourite is the the Friction Bow Drill, which I think is the oldest.... dating back to more than 100000 years. It looks like those Gopikas are churning butter from a pot full of milk. Only difference, you have a bow churning a pencil shaped piece of wood against another till it produces some combustible dust. Then, all you need to do is gather this dust and put it in between some dry grass and keep blowing into it till it turns into fire.
Check out this video - Smoking Grass..
Hmmmm, I think it may just be wise to carry matches. Don't you think?
Last but not the least, you need a roof over your head. Assuming you don't have a tent and its pouring like hell, you should know how to make a shelter using debris. It was rather easy for us to build a shelter cause our guides had already taken us to a site where there were cut branches and piles of leaves, ready to use. I guess in reality, you need to collect all the drift. Get the drift?
Steps to making a shelter that won't collapse on you -
Find a y shaped stick and make it stand up at one end. Ensure it is straight, by burying a part of it in the earth or piling stones araound the base
Then, find another long branch to perch on it like the hypoteneuse of a triangle
Now, you need to slowly balance sticks on either side of the hypotenuse like the roof of a house till you completely cover the sides
Once thats done, collect all the leaves possible to cover the sticks and the gaps. It's almost like tiling the roof without tiles. Get some soft leaves to make a comfortable padding for a makeshift bed.
Then, add the aesthetic touches by making a door curtain with your rain poncho if you have one.. If you really have the time, you can make a sign with pebbles that read 'No bears allowed'.
Voila - you have your shelter.
That only leaves you with one dilemma. If you are a group and you haven't figured out your sleeping arrangement, this is the time. Here are tips that come from prior exprience (Copyrighted by Ninja) to sleeping well in confined spaces -
Figure out who goes to the bathroom most often and get them to sleep next to the door
Figure out who flails their arms and legs here and there and keep them furthest from you
Figure out who wakes up earliest and leave the kettle with them so that they can wake you up with bed tea
And, most importantly, to survive in the wild, figure out who snores and keep them outside your shelter.
Phew ! All these survival tips and they still haven't told me how I am going to manage surviving jumping off a cliff tomorrow. If you have any survival tips for me on that one, leave me a comment here!
It took us about 3 hours to head from our hotel in London to our language class in Wales. How efficient can traveling be in Britain? Train from Paddington Station in London to Cardiff was just about 2 hours and all the taxi rides put together didn't take more than 10 minutes. I think we spent longer trying to take group pictures.
Free tickets :)
The 6 travel bloggers and the 2 organisers who are paying for us :)
So..... Croeso i Cymru, Croeso i Caerdydd - Welcome to Wales, Welcome to Cardiff. And Welcome to Day 1 of Backpacking Ninja's adventures in Wales.
You may think I am exaggerating when I am comparing learning a language to an adventure. But, hold on a sec. As an Indian, I am sure every one of us thinks learning a languge is a piece of cake just because we speak on an average 3 languages and can read more than 3 different scripts. Wait till you check out Welsh.
Our lesson focussed on learning Welsh Basics. The usual Hi, Hello, How are you, What is your name, Can I have a coffe please, can I have a beer please, Goodbye, Thank you and so on. When Delyth (our Welsh teacher) started by telling us this is all we would learn, I thought it sounded very simple.
Then, she spoke in Welsh - Shwmae! Shwd yeh chi? Beth yw'ch enw chi?
(Look at her... she is at ease when she is speaking)
Delyth - Our Welsh Language Teacher in action !
My picture is not worth putting up here. It was very pale and shocked. New language lightning struck me.
Shwmae! Shwd yeh chi? Beth yw'ch enw chi?
What the hell does this mean?
1. She had not said anything very complicated. That just means Hi, How are you?, What is your name?
2. The way it is pronounced is Shooo my, Should he key?, Beth you-gh e new key?
3. It takes around 15 repetitions before you get Hi, maybe 25 for How are you.... you get the drift.
4. All that resulted in temporary paralysis. Tri coffi did the job (3 coffees did the job).
Anyway, I don't want to run you guys through the nuances, grammar, tenses, gender, conjugation et all. Instead, I'll tell you the funniest facts about the Welsh language and why I think Indians could potentially be Welsh scholars. Here goes -
1. Only 25% of people in Wales speak Welsh. With 3 million population, thats just 0.75 million speaking Welsh. If even 0.1% of the Indian population learn Welsh, there would be more Indians speaking Welsh than Welsh and we can move to Wales to teach Welsh. Afterall, it is so difficult for Indians to get Teach English jobs, since Americans (who don't even speak English) are given priority. There might just be hope for us in the British job market, other than opening Indian restaurants.
2. Good morning is Bore - da and Good evening is Prynhawn - da. As a South Indian who uses enna da, po da (Da is a fond way to refer to a friend in Tamil) and as a Bengali who uses Dada (Brother) all the time, we are almost there when it comes tousing the Welsh da. So, we should be able to pick up the language.
3. There is only 1 Television Channel in all of Wales, that is in Welsh language. Imagine that. With Indians potentially becoming Welsh teachers, there is a future business model for Star Welsh or Zee Welsh. Ekta's new serial - 'Croeso i Cymru' written as 'Kroeso i Kymru'.
4. They say Welsh is complicated as it has alphabets like Ll (double l), which is pronounced as 'thl' rolling the tongue a bit. Hmmm, what about ksa, jna, tka, sra and so on in Hindi script to name a few.
And with hundreds more in all the other Indian languages, rolling the tongue would hardly be an issue. We can even speak full Welsh sentences with Laddoos stuffed in our mouth or Banarasi pans.
5. Who has heard of Gummiddipoondi and Jhumritalaiya. Those are small towns in North and South India. We love these complicated sounds, don't we? Please check out this video, a trailer of the the most complicated town name in Welsh.
Yeah, the town is called Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
It means The church of St. Mary in the hollow of white hazel trees near the rapid whirlpool by St. Tysilio's of the red cave. Phew! In short, they call this town Llanfair. But, I still love the long name. Click here to go to the towns website.
Alls well that ends well. We had a blast indeed. Classes were done by 2 and we also managed to beat Brechdanau or lunch.As exotic as it sounds, it's just sandwich. Look at those satisfied Welsh smiles. Grinnnnnn.
Welsh Scholars from Asia
So, are you convinced? If you are, you can start your Welsh lessons today. Since I am not back in India, I can't start classes. For now, go to Google Translator (English to Welsh translation) and learn these three things -
1. I will plan a holiday to Wales very soon
2. I love Backpacking Ninja and will buy her free tickets to travel with me
3. Kyunki ek ninja bhi kabhi cubicle mein thi
.....a os gwelwch yn dda....
(..... And please.....)
Once you are done with these basic lessons, drop in a comment in Welsh on this blogpost of mine and you may just be the one to receive a postcard from Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
The Llanfair lessons
Hwy! Bye!
Go drink some Chai.
.... and for more Cardiff dope, keep checking here......
The one thing that stands fresh in my memory from the Welsh classes is the word they use for Memory stick / USB. In Welsh, it literally translates "Little memory". Funny enough, the Welsh couldn't come up with historic words for products that are being invented in the 21st century. So, they either refer to such things in English or look up the nearest connection. And voila - USB becomes Little memory.
So, what does Little memory have to do with Cardiff?
Normally, when I travel, I love to soak in a place for a couple of days, meeting people, visiting sights, drinking the local beer, lazing over coffee, pouring over maps and by the end of it, feeling like a local. Now, switch to the time spent in Cardiff. A couple of hours and nothing more. If normal travel can be compared to an external hard disk, then my experience in Cardiff fits in a small memory stick. And hence, Cardiff compressed.....
Here are the photo files neatly tucked away in the Cardiff compressed diary...
The Cardiff Castle... the grounds, the moat, the actual castle, the rooms, the climb, the flag... just everything you think you'll find in a castle... its all here. Found them all, just Rapunzel was missing.
Wandering inside, the magnificent chandeliers in the banquett room blew me away. Actually, they transported me to a Mask of Zorro kind of setting with Banderas swinging on the them and landing precariously close to me.
Having learnt the Welsh basics in the morning, I was a litttle stressed that I'd forgotten how to say Thank you and Good bye. Then, this brilliant sculpture in the castle compeletely makes me reach Tipping point.Sculpture refers to multiple languages - Roman, Welsh, Egyptian... blah blah.... everything apparently that the owner of the Castle of Wales knew. Why am I saying owner? Damn! I refuse to call him King or Prince or whatever. How can he speak all these crazy foreign languages?
In all this frustration, lets jump from the epicentre of history to the modern part of Cardiff. What once used to be the docks now hosts some of the hip and happening clubs and restaurants and Cultural centres.
Check out the super famous Millenium centre in the Cardiff Bay area, which houses plays and concerts. The copper roof and the limestone slated building on the side constrast each other fabulously... all in all a building that stands out even from across the bay.
Take a little walk down the Bay area walking path and you'll get an even better view... along with the red structure, which is fairly Gothic. I would just say this looks like Red Square meets Copper Space machine in Wales.
And then, check out the Wales government building. Made completely out of glaass, a wooden roof, no electricity.. this is supposed to be a completely eco-friendly structure. Ventilation managed through underground channels, rainwater collected on the wooden roof and redirected to flush toilets, glass panes provising natural lighting and no requirement for electricity. Blah Blah! Anyway, what helps is that the Government can claim compete transparency, thanks to the Glass building. LOL.
Walk further down the Bay area and you'd see the replica of a Norwegian church. The original church is where Roald Dahl was baptised. By the way, did you guys know Roald Dahl was Welsh and born in Cardiff? If you did not, this is the time. Respect.
I just saw this pretty church with the giant wheel in the background and started humming Norwegian wood.
And then, you see the beautiful beautiful stone sculptures of sea creatures, all after Dylan Thomas's poetry. For those who don't know who Dylan Thomas is - read this.
And that's us perched on one of the sea creatures, hiding it away from the rest of the world.
From prolific writers and romantic poets, from historic castles to nouveau architecture.... this little capital of Wales is a pot pourri.
And now for some humour...... just love the ice cream truck signs. Just the way its written "Miind that child" and "Stop, watch for children" made me smile. I'm sure they meant it with a concern for children. Now, let your imagination run wild.
And then, I saw this really funny book - "How to be a good husband". Thought of a perfect gift for Roy. Especially, the Welsh seem to have been very kind to women and asked men to give leeway to everything a woman wants. I like that. My happiness was shortlived. Not too far away, actually 3 metres away was the other book and about 5 times the size of the first one - 101 things for the housewife to do.
Well, well. The Welsh were not very Women friendly as I had thought.
Anyway, if you like some of these experiences, Visit Cardiff and enjoy them! If you did not like any of them, then visit the fake White Water rafting circuit in Cardiff. I'm sure it will change your mind.
