Day six.

Caught a coach to London, which takes about nine hours, so not much to say about this day. Fell asleep, so I didn't get to say goodbye to North Wales (although I saw enough to know I'm rather glad I went to Bangor instead of Conwy); I just woke up and suddenly everything was monolingual again. I kind of miss all the Welsh everywhere. Contrary to Ireland where signs are bilingual seemingly to impress the EU only, I heard many a first-language Welsh speaker. (Well ... at least I figured it was Welsh. Not like I can really tell, I suppose.) I didn't pick up very much, but ... I wonder if I could audit Welsh at Berkeley. I'm sure that would go about as well as trying to learn Irish did.

(Bonus fun fact: it is easier to get a veggie burger in Bangor than in Berkeley. I rather wish I had been hungry enough to try one, actually. The veggie sausages at the hostel were divine. And Welsh yogurt! Amazing! There's ice cream sold everywhere, too, which I also wish I had tried. Maybe I can go back through Wales before I return to Dublin, cost be damned.)

England is very very green and full of cows. This is the main thing I can say about the middle bits.

Got to London eventually. It is very large. The outside bits are nice with their old houses, but I can't say as I loved the bit around Victoria Station. Everything is so dirty and crowded and utterly confusing, and it didn't help that it was so cloudy I couldn't tell which way I was going. Mainly it made me want to hop back on a bus the other way, but I found the hostel eventually and maybe later I'll find more to like. There was cheap sketchy Indian food, at least; I suspect I will live out much of the rest of this vacation on cheap sketchy Indian food.

Got internet, showered, slept. Nothing to see here, move along.