Monday Dec 3rd saw Em (a girl from Leicester) and me head to the "welsh" towns of Dolovan, Gaiman and Trelew. These towns were where the welsh settlers had set up camp after leaving their homeland because of getting throughly fed up with the disappointing attitude from the brits.
It had a been billed as a very welsh thing and lots of welsh tea houses and yadda yadda yadda, but, as Brits, we were naturally a bit disapointed.
The tea and cake we had was ok, but the bread was stale, boyo, (and believe me i know stale bread), there were no bloody people speaking bloody welsh and no one doing welsh jigs nor tom jones...
The touristy crap aside, the best thing was seeing the left over welsh genes knocking about. We saw a little red headed welsh looking girl with a thick spanish accent... tho i think what we were expecting was very argentine looking people with thick welsh accents. heh ho
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