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My first day in Wales and I am bruised, sore and ready for wine with dinner. Brecon Beacons National Park is a scenic (duh, what park isn’t?) inland park with a lot of sheep.
But my fun was all indoors today, at the Llangorse Multi Activity Centre with 5,000 square feet of climbing and bouldering and caving. They imported tons of limestone in so that you’re climbing on real rocks, and when they didn’t get permission to build high enough, they dug deep, so you’re sort of climbing out of a really deep pit. That’s after you’ve gone across the pit on ropes in various scary manners.
I suck at many of these activities. The worst was some fake wall where you are somehow supposed to fly up magically and grab hold of the top of the wall. Not.
Surpristingly, I and the smallest girl, a woman from Vancouver, who we will call Cinderella because her climbing shoes fit on the first try, while mine, were – you guessed it -too small. Just call me ugly stepsister. But the thing is, she and I climbed the very highest hardest wall of all. Hurrah for the little people (especially the little people with long, though narrow, feet.)
Now I’m in a posh country hotel in the library and a group of Americans and Brits sitting around the fireplace are talking about Euthanasia. Apparently it’s legal in Thailand and Switzerland. But I don’t think my group will need any assistance that way. Either this trip will put us in the peak of health or well, yah know … we won’t require assistance.
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