Sunday, 8 June 2008

Mwy nag a welwch...

Ringggg....my alarm went off. A thought crossed my mind. What if I text my friends now to tell them I have decided to skip the trip to Llandudno because I am too lazy to wake up? Didn't take me long to conclude that I do not want to waste the GBP12 I paid for the trip. The next thing I know, I was already on the way to Llandudno, the name of a place in Wales which I can't quite pronounce.

Wales greeted us with its stunning view of houses perched on top of mountains, a mine and a castle hidden among the trees. LLandudno offered us a nice, pure traditional town by the rocky seaside, the very epitome of timeless beauty. According to the owner of a souvenir shop (where I bought a cute little fishing boat magnet), the town has not changed since she was a little girl. That is really a long long time ago.

We began our journey by looking for a place to lunch and found a simple-looking restaurant offering fish and chips. Actually most of the shops there (except KFC) sell fish and chips. Next, we headed to the beautiful seaside to stroll along the rocky beach on the North Shore. Sea larks were everywhere. It was a joy to hear them calling out every now and then. Part of our mission of the day was to capture a proper photo of the sea lark. I have to confess that it's my first encounter with them.

After making a stop at the pier, we went up to Happy Valley to catch the cable car to the Great Orme (679 feet). The Llandudno cable car is the longest passenger cable car system in Britain, which is about 2 miles. The ride costs GBP6.50 for return and GBP6 for a single journey. The ride was nothing like the ride up Genting Highlands i.e. not scary. As our cable car glided up smoothly to the summit, we had the most amazing view of Llandudno, covering both the North and West Shore. Our photos will never be able to do justice to the view we saw nor explain my feeling at that point in time.

We continued to be amazed by the breath-taking view of this little resort town upon reaching the summit of the Great Orme. Had we had the time, we could have spent the day, lying on the big field, enjoying nature or take a hike down the mountain. But time was a luxury. By 3.40pm, we had to leave the summit. On our way down, we spotted some of the feral Kashmir goats, enjoying themselves under the bright, sunny day, chewing grasses. They were such pretty creatures.

The last few hours were spent on looking for souvenir shops and walking by the seaside once more. By then, the sun was glaring at us, making it difficult to take photos properly. We were glad we spent the best part of the day on the Great Orme and not in the castle. One regret was missing out the chance to see the West Shore where Alice Liddell's family own a house in the 1860's. There's still so much we wanted to do that we began looking at the prices of hotel. Thus far, we found mainly GBP30 per night per person for B&B.

If there's one place I am willing to depart with a coin to ensure my return, Llandudno will be it.

More than meets the eye...

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