We arrived in Ross on Wye via National Express bus service. This bus had the most legroom I have ever seen on a bus. A very comfortable, 1 hour bus ride from Cheltenham bus station to Cantilupe Street in Ross. A sad goodbye to the Bucks but exciting for Donna and I as we were “on the road again.”
Arriving in Ross we looked for a taxi to take us to our hotel, which was only a mile away, but taxis are few in this tiny town. I was last here on rugby tour in my matric year – I didn’t remember much about the town so it was like seeing it again for the first time. Eventually after speaking to a bus driver and him confirming that it was only a mile away, we decided to walk through this pretty town nestled in the wye valley split by the meandering river Wye – beautiful!
The Castle Lodge hotel was to be our home for the next four days. An old English inn run by a South African couple who used to live in Kyalami. The lady, Georgina, is actually the god mother of Jeanie D – famous Top Billing presenter. Another unbelievable coincidence added to our list from this trip. While chatting to them and their daughter, we found out that Ross on Wye wasn’t in Wales, but actually 6 miles from the border – much to Donna’s disappointment as she had mentally ticked off another country. I just shrugged my shoulders and said that we would be there soon.
The first couple of days we mostly slept, watched movies and had excellent lunches at the Royal Hotel overlooking Ross and the Wye. We were pretty tired after our very busy visit in Cheltenham so we rested nicely in our quiet hotel. It was great to walk around the small town and in and out of the pubs and small local produce shops. One of the days we took a bus to Witchurch and walked to Symonds Yat – which is in Wales. This is an even smaller town on the river wye and also divided by it into east and west. We walked through the east side until we got to the only hand operated ferry still operating on the Wye. We waited for the ferryman to come and fetch us, then paid 1pound and 20pence, hopped on the ferry and he pulled on the cable and got us to the other side. We went to the Royal Lodge hotel for lunch and a half pint of the local ale, Dorothy Goodbody.
Watching the time we decided to make tracks to catch the bus. This went a bit wrong as we walked along the west side of the town hoping to hit a bridge further upstream to cross over to get to the bus stop. Alas, there was no bridge and we ended up walking all the way, through farms and the countryside to the next town of Goodrich, which was fortunately on the bus route but unfortunately 5km away. And very conveniently there was The Hostelrie pub 100 meters from the bus stop that served Guinness and a soda water for Donna. After quenching our thirst and chatting with locals as they passed with their dogs, we hopped on the bus back to Ross. A great day spent going in and out of Wales.
The next day we had a slow morning and packed up to get back on the road again. But this time we would be driving. We booked a Ford Focus type vehicle for 13 days and our plan was to go down to Cardiff and then drive along the south coast and up the west coast of Wales, to the Lake District in England, into the Highlands of Scotland and the rest of the North, down to Edinburgh and back to London. Epic only begins to describe this amazing journey!
We arrived at the Royal Hotel to pick up the car. As I received the keys in the Avis package I looked at what type of car we would get and was hugely surprised by the description of ‘AUDI A3 – TDI’. I was blown away by this incredible blessing from God. I was hoping that I would get nothing less than a Ford Focus and instead received a Dark Grey Audi A3 sportback with a turbo diesel engine for the same price. These diesel engines are super economical – man!! God is good!
We rolled out of the Royal Hotel in our new chariot and blazed our way excitedly for lunch in Cardiff. I was concentrating so much as I haven’t driven in ages, and the last time I drive was in Santorini on the right hand side of the road. Anyway, we managed to get to Cardiff with no hassles and parked in the town centre so that we could wander around the high street looking for a spot to eat. As we got to the high street we saw a gay pride parade walk past in some interesting outfits and closely behind them a woman handing out pamphlets about the Gospel and the bible.
We walked into an Italian restaurant for lunch and then headed on our way to Pembroke Doc where we would spend 1 night. Pembroke is a small harbour and fishing town with not much to offer except beautiful surrounding areas, which we toured to the max. We stayed in a small B and B run by an Englishman named Chris and his small wife. After a brilliant cooked breakfast and saying goodbye to our generous hosts we wove our way through the narrow, hedge lined roads of southern wales, through the Welsh countryside and farms and up the west coast.
We stopped in towns like Llangrannog, Little Haven, Broad Haven and St Davids(Brittain’s smallest town), Porthgain, Aberystwyth, and Dolgellau. Eventually, after a 10hour drive, that should have taken us 3, we arrived in Llandudno(no not in Cape Town) on the west coast of Wales. It was dark so we couldn’t really see the town but we were both tired and settled into our home for the next 2 nights – The Rose Tor hotel on Mostyn Street.
The next morning was a huge surprise. We woke up just in time for breakfast and filled up nicely on a great cooked breakie with strong coffee. We had to move the car as the parking just outside the hotel was only free from 9am to 6pm. We then went to explore the town and first walked along the long pier next to the Grand Hotel. We were immediately transported back to the eighties as the pier was filled with eighties themed fair stalls where you could win stuffed animals and shoot stuff. There was a stall selling old music from before my time and seagulls chirped out of tune. Stax of old people sat on benches and strolled around soaking in the fresh sea air. The average age of this town was 70 years old. We enjoyed it though as I was expecting a bit of a party place – quite the opposite. Llandudno is a beautiful town with amazing buildings and a brilliant bay overlooked by a superb promenade where we ran. We came upon a street name on that promenade called “Craig y Don.”
We made our way to Snowdonia which is south of Llundudno and is some of the most beautiful country side I have ever seen. But more about that in the next blog.
We made our way to Snowdonia which is south of Llundudno and is some of the most beautiful country side I have ever seen. But more about that in the next blog.




