Pace on Earth

Cardiff Afterlife

We made it to Cardiff. The flight was long and mostly sleepless. Heathrow was the zoo I remember and we we waited for the last of our party to join us there before boarding the bus and making the 2+ hour drive to the Welsh Capital.

Cardiff is smaller than I remember it. I say that mostly because I we drove in a remmebered most of what I saw. And as we went out the walk around town after arriving I could distincly remember some of the little alleyways, shops, and, well, bars. It is the city I have spent the most time in in the UK. We spent some time here in '91 for the World Cup and I was here a full week in 2001 with the 7's squad. It is as friendly as I remember it and as of yet no one has mistaken my accent for a Yank's.

I didn't sleep more than a couple of hours on the plane so I am not working at full efficiency now, which isn't all that efficient anyways. I need some sleep. Tomorrow's game will be the highest calibre I've played since playing the Welsh in 2005 so I'd like to be a little rested.

As it stands now this is kind of how I feel:

Cardiff Giant

posted by Vitamin S @ 12:13 p.m.