Plans and Changes

Today was one of the days that appear in every trip, lot of plans not going according to plan.
Lets start with the plan; Pembroke and in particular Stackpole estate and then a possible visit to dolphins to return for a rendezvous with folk music and Moroccan cuisine.

None of it happened.

The morning saw us embroiled in getting insurance for doll, who got herself a name today(Gui wants to call her Laila). At last we did secure European coverage but it did take the better part of the morning. Proceeding to find lunch, we spotted a Veggie Indian resto run by Gujjus with really good home-made food and pan to boot. The issue, if any, was that we rather felt like overstuffed turkeys.

Finally about 230pm, we started our drive to Pembroke and promptly got lost in the numerous round abouts and signs (when present) in Welsh and English. We managed just about 50 miles and decided it best to roam the beaches closer to Cardiff. Alas, we missed one vital factor when planning a seaside jaunt; it was too cold to get close to the sea, let alone relax on the beach for a catnip. In half hour, we were just frozen and began our drive back and I dozed off. In fact the doze continued until 8pm to dissolve our plan for the evening.

Yet all is not lost. We did go to the "Cwld ifor Bach" to listen to some punk which the guide book said should be folk! Then realised we need food. Its almost impossible out of London to get a decent meal after 9pm. So we made up our mind to go to bed hungry as lunch had kept us well stocked. Whilst on a walk trying to get a glimpse of the nightlife here, or the lack of it, we came across an arcade of all kinds of restaurants and found ourselves a cozy corner with Thai cuisine to spend whatever was left of the day uneventfully.

It went very well with us discussing the fact we know nothing about Thailand which is much closer to my country of birth while being able to rattle away names of Italian dishes. I wonder why we do not give enough importance to- shall I say other third world countries like ourselves. Politically incorrect of course. As my aunt loves to say, the grass is always greener on the other side. We did resolve to explore these lovely parts of the planet too with impartiality. Only the travelogue will tell.

Meanwhile there will be plans and they will go wrong, if they can. One of my discoveries is the meaning of the word Blitz, a very interesting origin. Keep reading this space ...