Day twenty-nine – Yokohama
Today I learnt this little gem. Don’t pack 3 kg of self-raising flour in your hand luggage when travelling through Heathrow Airport. I was held up in security for almost an hour.
There are no photos for this post. You can use your imagination instead …
Day twenty-six – London
Today I travelled back to London and the hospitality of Karen and Kieren. We attempted to watch Dumb and Dumber 2 but failed to see it through to the end because it was truly that bad. The Thai takeaway food though was great and so was the company!
Day twenty-seven – Second last day in London
I love the Facebook. Through the FB, my cousin that I hadn’t seen for years found out that I was in London, contacted me and today we had a really wonderful time catching up and looking at art at the Wallace Collection.
Lunch and chat at the Wallace Collection
Demonstrating the selfie-stick!
Day twenty-eight – Last full day in London
Today I did my final shop (toothpaste, underarm deodorant and self-raising flour plus a couple of impulse buys I couldn’t resist) and met Heather for lunch at the Bear and Staff in Leicester Square. I then dragged her along to the National Gallery for a free tour.
There was a big crowd for the tour so I told Heather we may need to use our elbows because it was important to stay at the front of the group. A crotchety old lady carrying her own chair, complained to the guide about me but he seemed to realise I was just joking.
Heather and I soaking up the culture!
After the tour, I sped down to New Eltham for my final go on Disney Infinity. That is a really fun game and I like playing it with vastly younger than me people! I had my final dinner and a movie with Kim and Vicky before getting back to London Bridge for my last night’s sleep in the UK.
Finally a big THANK YOU to all the people who kindly put me up over the last month. You are welcome any time to Yokohama! They were:
Kim, Vicky and Zac
Simone, Chris and Ella
Mako and Kiyo
Karen and Kieren
Day twenty-four – Swansea
Bit confused at first on my way to Swansea. The train announced that we had arrived at Abertawe/Swansea. I thought this must be a suburb of Swansea so I went up to the information man at the Abertawe/Swansea station and asked how to get to the main station.
I was already there. Abertawe is just Welsh for Swansea and I felt a bit of a drip.
Back to a little bit of Japan in Wales and a fab afternoon and evening with Mako and Kiyo. Mako and Kiyo were my neighbours in Yokohama for the first year I was there until they heartlessly abandoned me for a much bigger house and an endless supply of prawn cocktail flavoured crisps in Swansea.
Tonight Kiyo taught me how to make Gyoza. (Mako had already taught Kiyo earlier!) Fabulous!
The sensei and his student!
I’m so excited!
The finished product cooking nicely
Day twenty-two and twenty-three – Newport
Back in the United Kingdom and two nights in a B&B in Newport. I have nothing to report for these two days. Absolutely nothing of interest happened in a place that proved to hold no interest for me.
I dreamt of Seasalter instead! 😉
Day twenty-one – Dublin
Some church in Dubbers!
I could live here. 🙂
Fabulous run to Bull Island
I’m a bit behind on my posts as I’ve had some wifi issues. And now I’m going to write about them! 🙂
Day nineteen – Kinvara
After all the activity of Ruth’s wedding, I had a lovely two days planned at a quiet country B&B with free wifi so that I could seriously work on my assignment, the draft of which is due next Monday. For my last assignment, the most I could manage for the draft was an introduction and a couple of section headings so this time I wanted to get the full assignment written so I could take advantage of the feedback and really make sure I don’t overshoot effort wise with another B. This time, I want that C!
Unfortunately the B&B only just has wifi. Basically, you get half a bar if you stand on one leg at the back of the stairs on the first floor. I’ve also been told that right next to the tv where the grumpy farmer is watching his team lose at gaelic football in the lounge is a good spot for another half a bar. A full bar is absolutely out of the question. I spent twenty minutes trying to send one email and gave up. I decided instead to head into town to see how Kinvara rates compared to Whitstable as a place to study your masters.
As you know, I found Whitstable and Seasalter very conducive to studying. Kinvara was not so well accommodating. It was Sunday morning which may have had something to do with it, but most of the cafés were closed and the one pub I could find that was operating didn’t have wifi. I asked if they could recommend a place with wifi and the only suggestion they had was a nearby café called ‘The Junction’. I drove around for a while trying to find this place without any luck. I went back and asked again and this time the girl took me outside and pointed out where to go to ‘The Junction’ and I realised there had been some language confusion. She was pointing to a café called ‘The Gentian’!
This café was packed to the hilt with tourists who had flocked there to use the internet. And it was very noisy but I persisted anyway. The cakes were delicious!
Day twenty – Kinvara still
A wifi oasis!
I ran this morning in the rain and then hightailed it back to ‘The Gentian’ for a chat with a masters buddy. Again, it was packed and noisy so our conversation was difficult at times to understand despite my headphones. I’m now wondering how much more tea I can possibly fit in before I am forced to leave and free up a table for the hordes of locals and tourists who are desperate to use the only free and fast wifi in town. I’m also too scared to go to the toilet in case they give my table away. This is causing me to be quite uncomfortable and is adding to the not ideal conditions to be attempting to work under.
Five hours later…
I just went to pay for my two pots of tea, scone, muffin and soup that I’ve used to justify my possession of a table in the café for so long and the landlady from my B&B appeared and insisted on paying my bill for me! How lovely is that! Oh Ireland – you are too nice!
Day seventeen – Galway
The Bishop of Mulberry – a dead ringer for the priest!
What a wedding! What a night!
Finally I had an opportunity to get my jeans and hoodie washed as I needed to wear my dress for the wedding. The sun came out in patches which lit the church during the service and meant that I wasn’t too cold in my summer dress.
The priest gave an excellent sermon. He reminded me in looks of Bishop Mulberry from the Vicar of Dibley and he was very funny too. He opened by giving everyone the usual reminders to switch off phones etc, so when someone’s phone rang loudly in the middle of the sermon, we were all looking around to see which member of the congregation had messed up. It got a huge whoop of laughter when after several seconds of ringing, the priest finally confessed to it being his own phone that was sitting on the podium!
Ruth looked stunning and she and Séanín are perfect for each other and obviously very happy. The reception was lots of fun with great food and an excellent band. I really pushed the boat out and the sprinkler, lawn mower and shopping trolley all made an appearance. I didn’t leave the party until…
Day Eighteen – Galway
…the early hours of the morning. It was about 2am when a strange piece of music that I didn’t recognise and certainly couldn’t dance to started playing. Everyone was quiet and still so I asked Kieren what it was. He said it was the national anthem. It finished and the crowd started chanting “one more tune, on more tune”. This didn’t last long though because the lights came up and we suddenly noticed that the band had scarpered long ago! The music had been taken over by a computer well before the final song and the playlist had been exhausted!
It was at this point I knew it was time to walk back to my B&B, recover and then return that evening for the bbq. The final wedding event was an indoor affair due to appalling weather. I got to watch my first gaelic football match which I very much enjoyed whilst drinking pints of diet coke at the bar. All in all, a great wedding weekend!
Congratulations Ruth and Séanín!
The happy couple
The mother of the bride and the bride
The Ghana table with Ruthie
Chance for a quick chat!
Wedding photos taken by MerilynW and shared on Flickr (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
Day sixteen – Galway
What do these people all have in common?
The fun table – Jenny, Mel, Merilyn, Al and Nigel
All of us volunteered for VSO in an impoverished and remote area of Ghana. We have gathered in Galway for the wedding of our friend Ruth, another fellow VSO, who is getting married tomorrow!
Good luck Ruthie, from the Ghana table!
Day fifteen – Lisdoonvarna
One thing that has been troubling me since driving in Ireland is the speed limits. In Australia the speed limit is determined by the maximum speed you can do on that stretch of road safely. This depends on a number of factors such as the width of the road, it’s condition, the surface, the sharpness of the bends if any etc.
Today I was driving through the Killarney National Park on my way down to do the Ring of Kerry route. The speed limit was continually posted at 100 km/hr. I felt a pressure to try and do this speed as in Australia that is certainly the expectation but there was no way that I could. Through the park, I barely left third gear it was so bendy and narrow! So, why bother making the speed limit 100 km/hr when you can barely do 60 without endangering yourself and the numerous cyclists you’re sharing the tiny, slither of a road with!
The bendiness didn’t abate when I hit the Ring of Kerry. It was a good job I was driving because otherwise I would have been puking. The views made up for it though. Here are some of the best shots from today. Spectacular!
Killarney National Park
Ring of Kerry
Panorama of the Ring of Kerry
And tonight I am relaxing in a pub where I have a room for the night in Lisdoonvarna listening to live Irish music whilst drinking my sauvignon blanc!
All photos taken by MerilynW and shared on Flickr (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)