Llangollen and Conwy to Chester
We left Llangollen town and journeyed out to Trevor to capture a photograph of the Aqueduct.
From here we became lost.
These twisty windy roads with their Welsh names of the next town seem to all merge together.
We have little way of knowing which way to go. Left becomes right, and straight ahead twists and turns. I think after the fourth time asking directions I was ready to give up and head for Chester. In hindsight, I wish we had.
We came to a town ‘Ruthin’, so as it was part of my name, I woke my son and we grabbed a quick happy snap. If we had more time I would have loved to have gone to the historical marketplace. Maybe if we get time when our friend joins us, we will head back this way in a month or so,
We seem to wander through towns and seem to somehow find castles and ruins.
We eventually get so lost. We ask a lady for directions. “Follow me” she replies. Then by the time I have performed a U-turn she has disappeared. I am flying down the country lanes and roads and have no idea where she is. We finally spy her in the distance, but then we encounter roadworks with traffic lights. Poof. She has disappeared again. This time never to be seen. My instinct says turn left, but we are told by the road workers to turn right. I have never known so many crooked roads.
Be warned. There are a lot of steps, and slopes, and broken areas.
The view, for a free activity, is worth a million dollars. Some people have backyards with chairs and BBQ’s right no the tower wall edge. I think how amazing it would be to live here.
We then go to the next town of Llandudno which is so touristy. Hotels are crazy prices. So we decided we would head on and come back when we had more time if we get the chance.
We tried to leave and find a petrol station. As we left this town we seemed t drive for a long time. It became early tricky. The red light kept flashing at me and I was stressing out. It seemed forever. Finally, we decided to head back to Conwy and just as we did we found one.
We must have tried 20 places to stay between here and Chester. There was a golf tournament on in one place. The next was overpriced. One was filthy. One was out in hoop-hoop and no restaurant or bar to eat. On and on it went. Finally, we hit Chester around 9 p.m. and asked a man who directed us to the street near the railway station full of BnB’s. We finally managed to stay in this one. It was not great. We shared a single bed and no bathroom on that floor and no breakfast for twenty-five pounds. But the owner was kind.
We wanted to go and eat and dinner cost as much as the room! But the Indian food was good. And the wine glass was small. OK here is what we learned too. In the UK you get to choose a small or large wine glass. You get a load more for not much more in price. I must remember this!
You can see how tired I look.
It was a really long day.
We never did get to see Chester. I do hope we get back as it is meant to be a lovely town. But right now I need sleep. Cuddled to my boy in a single bed. I don’t care. This is when traveling is tiring, but what a wonderful time we had earlier on the canal boats.
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