Behind the misty curtains, lie the great Mt Snowdon
Breakfast was a test of Welsh language. We had to greet the lady owner in Welsh in exchange for our breakfast. The breakfast was sooo nice, the table was set in traditional English dining set, hot plate with hashbrown, beans, tomato, toasts, eggs, bacon and sausage. I love breakfast with more the cereals and toasts. Anyway, after breakfast, we went to the place with a very long name, had my passport stamped. Tourist gimmick, but I fell for it anyway. Then we went to Conwy
. I did the wall walk of the town. There wasnt much to see, just the castle and the smallest house in Britain. So, after my walk I went to get my lunch. The girl packing my salad asked me if I know chinese, cos she had a chinese character tattooed on her hand, which she dont know what it means.
I told her it meant "love", and she looked sooooo delighted. I dont know the story behind that tattoo but I am sure it is a nice story. So anway, after Conwy, we went to the Lake District, more specifically, the largest laske in England, Windermere Lake. It was just another lake. The views would have been more astonishing if there arent any ferries and piers, just the mountains and waters and ducks. So, I disturbed the mandarin ducks that were resting at the edge of the lake. As it was raining, after a few photo shoots, I went back to the bus. A few of the tour-mates fed the swans there. I must say, the swans arent very graceful when taking steps. But anyway, we reached Ambleside
pretty early. After checking in at Ambleside backpackers, I head out to explore the town.
Yes, this is supposed to be the place where the biggest party happen every Wednesday but nope, I am no party-goer so I walked around the places that Rab pointed out before depositing us in our hostel.
I had a huge meal in a Cantonese restaurant. Thinking I might as well splurge here, I ordered fried rice. The rice came and the portion was huge. 4 people could have finished that whole plate of rice, but since I have time, I just had to finish the rice slowly all by myself. As I was still having my dinner, a small family entered the restaurant (there were just them and me). I was pretty fascinated, since I have to take a long time to finish that big plate of rice, I observed that family. As they placed their order, I heard the little girl told the waiter she wanted a "chowming". I had no idea what is a chowming, cos having looked through the menu, I know what the restuarant have, but apparently, the waiter understand what is chowming. I was very very puzzled, and continue to break my head over that chowming. Finally, I know. Chowming is stir-fried noodles, chao mian...Chow ming...chow mee!!! I heard it on Spiderman 2!!....I almost choked on my fried rice. I guess it is just different.
After a nice hot rice for dinner, I walked back to my hostel, passing a convenience store where I picked up a bottle of water and tissues to prepare for my running nose. I did my laundry, went online for a while and slept.