Porthcawl: benidorm of Wales! Mobility scooters at every turn!
Having never eaten an Indian/Bangladeshi meal in Wales we opted for the Jaipur, situated on the prom just a minutes walk from butterfly guest house. The menu was reassuringly familiar yet with the addition of a few unfamiliar that we were keen to try.
The waiter took our order and waited in stunned silence for a very long 30 seconds. As tumbleweed rolled past us vikki and I looked up at each other and shrugged our shoulders simultaneously in confusion. Sensing our position the waiter asked, almost rhetorically, 'no chips?'. We both shook our head vigorously, with a look of equal confusion to ours, our waiter shuffled off.
A lovely meal, more familiar in taste than in name, and half a bottle of wine later. (Why do they insist on offering a screw top bottle for tasting!?). All became clear... Every table , except ours, had ordered at least 1 portion of chips per couple. This must be the welsh way. Now I thought it was just the Irish that were obsessed with the potatoe in all it's forms.
After our meal we took to the prom for a customary walk by moonlight, the smell if cheap perfume and the sight of more bare flesh than is decent outside of an abattoir, we were reminded that it was Friday night in a seaside town and headed back to butterfly. Confused by the sudden appearance of men and women in kilts we observed the posters advising of a Celtic festival throughout the weekend.
Although it's customary for me to wake more than 10 times through the night, I had a restful night as butterfly guest house must be the quietest place I have ever slept. No creaking floorboards, no housemates checking in us through the night, no er toilet noises at regular hourly intervals. Bliss.
Welsh breakfast minus lava bread consumed we set off into town, rather the high street, rather the Parade of 20 or so shops and onto the glorious prom in sunshine! (I am yet to find a welsh person who eats lava bread!) anyway the phone rang, the call we had been dreading since yesterday.
Sadly Steve's father died ... So we we must come back at some point to meet up with the welshies yay I mean sad times.
So left to our own devices all day!