Out of order, but thats ok

After my reflective, wheres the last month gone post, I just realised I haven't blogged for quite a while not really since Manchester.

From Manchester we drove south to Cardiff, getting in quite late after getting stuck on the motorway in amongst traffic going to the V festival. It took us the better part of 2 hours to go 10miles at one stage. The bridge into wales was quite a site, and well worth the £5 toll (going the other way is free!?).

After arriving rather late, we pretty much headed off to bed after a few games of pool at the hostel. The next morning we decided we wanted to do a tour of the millennium stadium - however the fact it was match day said otherwise, so instead we went to the match and saw Wales just manage to beat Argentina in a very close game. Despite being from NZ this was actually my first rugby game (as long as you don't the rugby 7s at the commonwealth games). It was a massive roofed stadium much like the telstra dome, everywhere in sight was advertising for 'brains' the welsh beer. The crowd was friendly and a good time was had by all - except maybe the number 14 Argentinian who was sin binned for a dangerous midair tackle.

After that we drove onto bath, stayed the night there, There were two walking tours offered, one was free and left almost as soon as we got there covering the history of bath, the other was £5 and gave us time to eat first and covered nothing of importance. Obviously we went with the bizzare bath tour and saw nothing of important but had a good time doing so. Most of the tour centred around strange buildings that had their doorways bricked up with an ongoing gag that it was done by a fameous archietect. The tour was fun, and despite containing no actual history walked us past most of the scenic parts of bath.

It's hard to know what to think of bath, we ran out of time to see anything other than the tour and had to make do with a quick walk into the foyer of the baths. It wasn't worth paying £11 to go further since we really only had less than an hour to spare. The nightlive seemed to consist of stag and hen parties from london that couldn't be bothered finding an eastern european nation to invade. Maybe saturday night wasn't the best night to be in bath...

Next we saw the Stone Henge the next morning en route back to Cambridge to meet up with Sam and Zoe and sell the goat. I was worried that it would just be getting charged a small fortune to stare at rocks from afar. But we went on a free guided tour (Well entry was £5) presented by a very enthusiastic arceology student who made it all very worthwhile with her knowledge and enthusiasm.