A Little More Sonic

Unable to bear the thought of spending an entire weekend in London (no program trip this week), four of us headed off to Cardiff on Friday. And thus, we added a second country to our adventures (there is some debate about how much of a separate country Wales really is. But w's are vowels here, so I think it counts.) Although there is a lot to see in Cardiff, the obligatory castle/cathedral combination, a science museum which promises you can launch your own hot-air balloon (D was really disappointed we couldn't get to this one), and the only Welsh themed carousel in the world, we had one mission and one mission only: to see the Dr. Who Museum.

Granted, the logistics of this pilgrimage were a little ridiculous. It is far less expensive to get to Cardiff by bus, but it takes four hours. So we spent 8 hours in transit to be in Cardiff for 6, essentially to see one museum. It was well worth it, however. There were Dalek's, there were Ood, there were Weeping Angels (don't blink!), and I now have slipper sock's with David Tennent's face on them. Mission Accomplished.

At some point, we had to face the fact that you can only spend so much time in one museum, so we spent the remaining 2 hours wandering around Mermaid Quay and Cardiff Bay and then ended with our obligatory end-of-day-trip pub food. (Mom, I didn't just have chips for dinner, I promise. There was steak and ale pie, and PEAS! And the best shortbread I've ever had. I am considering bringing nothing but a suitcase full of shortbread cookies back as a souvenir.)

At least we thought that our adventure was over, but then the bus was late. The bus which we ran to catch from Victoria tube station, risking life, limb, and our fourth traveling companion at 8:30 in the morning, afforded us a more leisurely walk in the afternoon. It just forgot to tell us. The good news was that we didn't have to call St. George and the RAs to say that we were spending the night in Wales. Every day an adventure, and it's always the mundane stuff.

Love,
The Mouse