Wales and Dublin

We continued the adventure, escaping the hustle and bustle of London and venturing into the mystical region of Wales. Our trip consisted of a lot of castles, flocks of sheep, and extremely kind people talking our ears off about the royal wedding.

Stop one was Chirk, the border between England and Wales. There´s an aqueduct that runs over valleys and through long tunnels. The views were beyond anything we had ever seen.

We then made our way to Llangollen (prounounced ´thlann-gothlan´) where we hiked up a steep hill to the ruins of Dinas Bran, a very old fortress of sorts. 

We couldn´t help but leave our little mark on the hill.

 

The Welsh language only added to the mysticism of the experience, thank goodness for the english translations.

We ended our castle tour in the Snowdonia where, at the foot of the UK´s tallest peak we spent the rainy afternoon by ourselves in Dolbadarn Castle. Since we were alone we were able to climb around into hidden passages that had been blocked off, after this adventure, this castle was established as our favorite place.

While there, we stayed in Conwy with some Couchsurfers, Laura and Mike. We could not have felt more welcome (or secure seeing as their backyard litterally wall of the castle pictured below).
 

We then flew off to Dublin.  The city didn´t strike us as very exciting.  The old buildings and streets were interesting but after a bit of that we decided to plant ourselves in a park to hang out for the rest of the day. 

 

Izzy found what could very well be her long lost cousins tourist shop in the city center (She still likes to think that the Colemans would do something better than duping tourists into paying too much for souvenirs from ireland).

After the short time we were there we felt ready to move on. The city was fun but we have a lot more to see. So we´re off to Berlin!

Until then,

I&J

London

 We spent one last half day in NYC. We loved the Brooklyn bridge! The president was in town so needless to say it was a security fest all over.

  

 

Then we took an over night flight to London. Izzy almost didn't make it on because we had booked her ticket with the last name of Coleman when her new passport says Harris. We got on only after sweet talking an airline supervisor and waiting an hour. It was all worth the trouble, though, when we arrived to the lovely markets.

 This market had ostrage eggs and kangaroo burngers niether of which we had the gumption to try.

Any city is more enjoyable bikes. 

 

Keep Until Wales

I&J