Heres come the mother of all blog posts.

Welp sorry guys. I've been exhausted for the last two weeks, but I'm back and maybe now I can do one of these everyday.  I'll just do the highlights from what's been missed.

The last thing I posted about was...ST FAGANS?! wow this is going to take a long time.

I was on my way to Bath when I found some sheep by the road.  I tried to take a picture but these darn rocks got in the way.

At Bath:

Two beautifully carved antiques depicting the majesty of the human form.  There are no words... Should've sent a poet.

This is what the main chamber of Bath looks like.  Obviously its a Roman Bath and all my Latin homies will know what this is about.  Essentially a country club for Romans.

To all my players out there desperately missing Coach's guidance, just remember he is watching you and he expects better (this is the conference hall at the National Welsh Rugby Team's stadium).

Up here in Bangor where I am now, there is actually a growing love of American football.  New leagues are getting set up every year and people are starting to watch the NFL in pubs.  Rugby, however, still reigns supreme (perhaps tied with "soccer") and apparently Wales is better than England this year; I hear this all the time.

Lovely little stream off the side of Pen y Fan, a three thousand foot hill we climbed that's just short of a mountain.  Note: those white dots are ewes.

I still have those cookies Nicholas.  Maybe I'll spread them over the sea and let the whales go home.

Here have a castle. It wouldn't be the UK without a castle.  More castles to come.

(This castle was actually a critical base of operations for Edward the first when he conquered Wales)

I forgot that we went to another castle.  This one is basically in a Welsh retirement community.  It's one of the few remaining original Welsh castles, unadulterated by the Normans.

Next we went underground (again haha) to the slate mines of Llewchedd.  Welsh slate is actually the highest quality in the world and is guaranteed to last two hundred years.

Yesterday we went sea level traversing.  This means we crawl sideways along sea cliffs.  Here we are "tomb-stoning".  I am trying to fly to the other side.

Thats about it.  There were a ton of other things we have done, but we just got back from Chester and I'm feeling pretty tired.  Things have been going great here.  Bangor is a great town- you can walk anywhere.  The gym only costs 2.50 pounds a pop.  I'd say the only funny thing is how early stores close.  By seven or sometimes six, a lot of business will close and even the Wal-mart equivalent closes at nine.  I may be wrong, but I'm also pretty sure business hours are restricted to 10-4 on sundays.  Well I gotta do laundry

Ian out