Stopped over at Aberdare long enough to throw the contents of my duffel in the wash, bolt down lunch, throw the wash back into my duffel, meet up with Rachel N. from Cardiff (not to be confused with Rachel P. from Vancouver), and catch the megabus to Swansea.
We appear to be the only two people in Swansea this weekend not here for the music festival.
We went to adult night at Playzone, which is exactly what it sounds like:
And in the true spirit of not adulting, this was dinner:
(You don’t want to know what’s in those slushies.)