Woke up fairly early to grab breakfast and get all of my stuff together before heading around town to chill out before my flight. I ended up finding a leprechaun museum, which was pretty cool. I basically spent an hour listening to an actress tell us Irish fairy tales. It was so relaxing, and a nice end to my month in Ireland.
Hopped on a plane to Liverpool where Brad and Ryan picked me up and we made the trek up to Brymbo, Wales' second highest town. I got settled in and then we headed to the pub to meet up with the rest of their crew. There was a lot of singing and being rowdy, and I had a great time. They also taught me a new drinking game that I can't wait to bring home.
Coffee, Dublin style.
Playing leprechauns!
Story time.
Dublin airport just gets me.
Oh hi, Wales!
Reunited!
Day 67 (5/27)
Woke up early and Brad made breakfast. Then a few of us drove out to Mount Snowdon. It was a beautiful sunny day, and we managed (after a lot of sitting and waiting for Ryan) to make it to the summit.
Snowdon is the tallest peak in Wales, and it's part of a 3 peak challenge. You climb the tallest mountain in Scotland, the tallest mountain in England, and the tallest one in Wales, all in 24 hours. Apparently there are people crazy enough to attempt this, but I'm not one of them.
Back at the bottom, Ryan rushed through the gate at the end and claims he came in second in the Snowdon race. I think the rest of us disagree after spending the day waiting for his ass to get to the top.
We headed back into town for some grub, and then back to the pub for a few drinks. We called it an early night that night since we were heading to the festival early the next morning.
I had no idea Wales looked like this.
Yeah, I climbed that. No big deal.
Da Snowdon crew.
Just as cool as Skye.
Made it to the top, and no one died!
The water was so clear you could see straight to the bottom, and boy was it cold.
Day 68 (5/28)
I managed to wake up without a hangover! Everyone was running late, but no one seemed too worried about it. We stopped for breakfast (I miss pancakes and waffles, and Mexican food UGH!) and then the store for some supplies. Mostly beer.
The festival was so fun! After we set up our campsites we walked over to check out some of the acts. It was mostly acoustic music, and a lot of covers, but everyone was pretty talented. Not bad for a tiny music festival in the middle of nowhere.
There was a lot of singing and dancing, and so much beer. I'm surprised I didn't gain weight. Apparently there were a lot of shenanigans that went down after I went to bed. At 29 I've gained enough experience to call it quits when I need to, (most of the time. Okay, sometimes. Occasionally.) or at least I knew enough to do it this time. I recovered quite quickly in fact, which was good since I had to fly later on. Being hungover on a plane sounds like a terrible idea.
We spent the rest of the day just relaxing, and tried to watch part of the rugby game between Wales and England. Ryan dutifully wore his English colors and antagonised all of the Welsh fans incessantly. It was a good time.
Then I had to say my goodbyes. This last leg of my trip has been so difficult. I hate goodbyes, and I've had to say so many, but I know that some of the friendships I've made over these last few months will follow me home and I'm grateful for everyone who has made my trip such a memorable experience. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Car shenanigans.
Campsite shenanigans. Also, apparently Brad can't sit still.
The crew, minus Danny.
The aftermath. Also, I still want that hat.
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