So here we are at the start of the nee journey. Up early doors at around six, after yet another rubbish night. Toilet, then tea, then decided to head into Newport and fill up the tank with some cheap petrol curtsey of Tesco. Snuck through the old steelworks again, hopefully they will open this road for real one day, but sneaking through world for me. Some toast and a completely jammed car, and we were on or way, three minutes early at 8:27.
Roads were empty which was great, because i always think we’re are going to hit rush hour, bit after a few hours in the car we made it add far as dolgeddlau. We had to take a bit of a detor here, as i just had to take the team up the massive hill i did when i was cycling. I am not convinced they were quite as into it as i was, but it was quite interesting seeing what it looked like from a car perspective.. ( it was still hilly) we had a little pause here to see the view and then through dolgellau and onto Caernarvon.
We had pretty much followed the route we went with paul, at the start of the lon las, but we veered off into caernarvon. It was a cracking day, and typically i think i have probably burnt my mush somewhat, but we did manage food in the black boy ( or bouy) which was quite nice, but my beef with hoi soon was cold which surprised me. After caernarvon we decided to hear over to Bangor, which was shite. Brendon had been trying to get a joke through to us regarding a girlfriend and bangor, which never worked, and even that nonsence was a million times better than the real place. I never want to go there again, i cannot think of one redeaming feature of the place, although i suppose the multi story was quite nice.. It was full of people which you couldn’t help but think they just ‘didn’t know better’, we also saw, what Kate called an old Sea captain, who would have great stories, but was actually a stinky old wierdo, with a Captain Birdseye dirty beard, a long mac and wellies – ah, the innocence of youth….
After Bangor we headed over the Menai Bridge, which is an amazing feat of engineering, and then up the road to llanfairpull… The famous long named train station. Not much to sees here other than the sign, so we soon set of to Holyhead itself. Nipped up the A5 and before we knew it, we were in the second worse place of the day. Quick Checkin to the travel lodge, then a walk along the “promenarde” to a place for stella. Couple of beers and then we examined the food options, there were none. Kate thought she would hop up the steps from the prom and thought she had broke her tendons – don’t know where she gets this air of the dramatics from… So we went to the chinky, it was surprisingly tasty, and compared to the rest of the holes we saw uber luxurious. It would have been good in any town, nevermind this hellhole. After Garlick and satay chick chick, sizzling beef and black pepper and some amazing rice, we paid up and returned to the lodge – knackerred.
Trip – 7/10
Caernarfon – 7/10
Bangor – 3/10
Holyhead – 5/10
Food, lunch – 6/10
Food, supper – 8/10
Shower – 5/10