Caerdydd, Cymru, UK part 1:

We made it to Wales! The whole day was spent on the move. A mislabeled DART bus misadventure which eventually led to Dun Laoghaire (doonleery). I have no idea who's idea that pronunciation was but I hate them. Once at the port the ferry ride was quite excellent. I accidentally booked us the super mega lounge and after a few cups of complementary coffee I was jumping outta my seat watching Argentina-Scotland highlights. I then read a paper, a whole one. We arrived and Erica the Ill tottered uneasily off the boat and I hopped and skipped around till I found the ticket office and we waited for the train. The train was forever in length (four hours) and we got to Cardiff as the light faded and the christmas lights came on. I had read another paper on the train and so I was buzzin with thought as I crossed the busy street. It was like out of a kung fu movie! I am glad to be alive and frankly quite surprised. The walk up to, down and over, around, around again, past, and near the hostel we got a taxi at a pub and arrived to a KFC night. I'm full. The last days in Dublin were full of new people and stuff. I considered erasing here and doing this later cause I just got way sleepy. But consider this part one. to be continued...