Wales

We finally made it the place in Llanddoged, Wales. We asked how to say the name but we were a lost cause.

Filip and Cliff at the yert.

The place had an incredible view.

The inside was very comfortable even though it was misty and rainy all night.

The drive to the hike from Betws-y-Coed was very scenic. Take it from us, don't call it Betsy Coed locals did not like that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whoever made this path it must have taken ages of back breaking labor.

We got really lucky with the weather.

 

Cliff's giant muscles slowing him down.

Last rest before the vertical wall.

It's best not to look down for too long. If you start to slide I don't think you'll stop.

Tallest mountain in Wales: Snowdon.

Lots of people up top.

The peak.

Pretty chilly up here.

Out of the clouds and down the mountain.

You can ride the tram all the way up to the top.

 

The path down the back was very easy and truly incredible.

The Welsh seem to have miniature railways all over.

The looked like the perfect place to stay a few days and hike, ride the tram, eat ice cream, and take a kayak on the lake.

The name of the place, whatever it is.

We decided to save a few pounds and walk the 3 miles to where we parked.

 

A proper British meal at a proper British pub.

The place was called The Old Stag