July 1999 -- I had a few days to kill, so I decided to take a train to Swansea, Wales... Why I chose Wales I don't know. Most everybody in England doesn't care much for Wales. Its kind of the bastard stepchild of the United Kingdom; No identity of it's own. Plus it rains alot, but being from the Pacific NW, USA - I'm used to rain. I had only met one actual person from Wales up to now; This wanker at my local pub, Scruffy Murphys. After listening to this dude for a few hours, I had formed an opinion on a few things:
1> They shag sheep in Wales.
Anyway, I came to Swansea to see the ocean. Aside from the fact I have a live Who album recorded in Swansea and its the hometown of Dylan Thomas, I knew nothing else about it.
Here are a few pictures; Nothing of journalistic excellence, just some shots from my digital camera... I'll start with the pictures of town; And yes, that is the ruins of a castle in the center of town.
2> Although Wales worships the game of Rugby, they have sucked since the 70's...
3> People from Wales, when they're really pissed, like to sing Welsh hymns at the pub.
I spent a day at Rhossili beach, which is on the western end of the Gower Peninsula. If you ever get the chance to visit Gower Peninsula, I highly recommend you go for it. It is really a beautiful stretch of countryside, with cliffs overlooking the ocean. I imagine it gets quite packed sometimes, but when I was there (on a Tuesday) it wasn't too bad, as far as crowds go.
And last but not least; Some sheep, and other critters hanging around.