Hello friends, and yet again forgive my absence. I assure you that I will get around to writing about all my misadventures, pointing out the ironic intracricies of both the English and my family from the week I spent back home - and yes it includes both photos of poo in the toilet and wild lizards - but I can't tonight. Tonight I have to get ready to go to Snowdonia.
Now for most of us Snowdonia is that place that the ugly little kids from the Narnia movies go to eat Turkish Delight, but for the British it is an actual place. Apparently there is a mountain in Wales called Mt. Snowdon and I'm going to climb it. I'm not exactly sure what I'll need, but I'd imagine it includes all the arrows that my quiver can hold. I leave at 6:00am tomorrow by a trusty mini-bus which I call Shadowfax, and shant return for 4 whole days.
In the meantime, perhaps you can research the question that has bewildered many a fine American: What the hell is Wales when not referring to a giant sea mammal?
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